Boartusk Heights vindicta

Death.

She thought briefly of the mother she had never known. What had it felt like to die? 

Whatever bad vibes the blossoming kingdom had, there came a sense of belonging as well. While she knew not not of what sacred feminine rituals this woman alluded to, perhaps she would come to understand with time.

Moreover, she wished to learn.

"Death visits us all, eventually," she shrugged the tension off her shoulders as her pawsteps fell into place behind Reyna. "Vhy must you see it as sacred? To me it is more... a curse. Vatching, vaiting to take everything from you."