Noctisardor Bypass nature

When another tooth worked itself loose, Druid spat it into her black paw, stared at it for a second, then tossed it aside with nary another blink. She returned her focus on stimulating Ezra and Gideon, then cleaning their soiled bums afterward, all the while keeping her eye on the older four.

It was actually a blessing as their eyes and ears opened and they discovered their legs. With four puppies bumbling about the lair, Druid had no time anymore to dwell on anything. It was often mindless, thankless work, yet she was actually grateful for the busyness.

It didn’t hurt that they were actually sort of cute now. No longer did they resemble twitchy little root vegetables. Instead, they had little blue-eyed faces Druid might even call sweet (when they weren’t tearing her nipples to shreds or projectile vomiting, of course). Each of them was developing a personality and a voice.

Now, whenever Heda returned to the den, Druid was almost reluctant to leave. It was such a drastic difference, it was disorienting. She forced herself to go outside during the shift change today despite this and the rainy forecast, taking deep breaths of petrichor as she gingerly hobbled into the gloomy daylight.

Almost instantly, the smell of meat drew her attention. Her mismatched eyes clapped upon the sight of Fiona sharing some carrion with her furry familiar. It made Druid think of Bracelet for the first time in a long time, an errant thought she brushed aside as she hop-stepped toward the strange pair.

Hey.