Ocean's Breath Plateau Leave love bleeding in my hands

Puffyn lay captured in the fuzzy in-between of twilight sleep. Mother's ministrations were soothing, and an ear, flattened between her crown and the ground, listened casually to the sound of her voice. She was where she was meant to be, and little else mattered. She was safe, warm, satisfied. 

The bird-girl had no concepts of lineage or duty - not yet. These things would become precious to her in time, along with responsibilities and anxieties associated with them. Developing within her were the seeds of determination and loyalty, the desire to please and be recognized for who - and what - she was. She indeed would be a seal hunter, through and through, despite any questions concerning her bloodline.

For now, she dozed, her lips curling into a dreamy, contented smile.