Noctisardor Bypass nature

When Fiona gestured at the raccoon, Druid watched Prowler for a few moments. She thought of Bracelet again, just hoping her scaly familiar was somewhere living her best life. As much as she’d loved the snake, she knew the kinship between Fiona and Prowler must be even more profound, given the little bandit’s relative sentience.

Although her gaze lingered on the raccoon, she listened to every word Fiona shared. When she finished, Druid looked up at her again. She was an appealing wolf, especially now that she was opening up a bit more. Druid had always had family but she’d had very few friends over the years. Could Fiona be one of them?

Tell me about you and Prowler, Druid prompted next.

One of her ears flicked at a loud cry from within the den. But she refused to turn her head, much less go over there. Heda had it handled for now. In fact, she thought she heard her sister singing softly. The wailing soon petered out, allowing Druid to refocus on Fiona.