Boartusk Heights sangrosa

One moment, she'd been scrounging around the caverns of the royal palace, eating beetles and the likes, the next, she was rounded up by their handmaiden and assembled together in a line. Candela on one side and Valeria on the other. Her ash-tipped tail flicked from side to side at an unparalleled pace, thwapping against her sisters. She wasn't sure what they were here for, but she was always happy to see mama. Mama smiled, and Nymphora beamed with excitement.

lookatme lookatme lookatme! 

She wanted their eyes, the others in attendance as well.

This excitement only furthered as Paloma dragged out a slab of meat, setting portioned pieces afront each of the pichon. There was some uncertainty at first, as if she was trying to decipher if this was some test. She wanted to impress them. Still, hesitance took shape in the shifty glances she gave to her siblings, waiting for one of them to go first. Waiting for instruction, when none came, she slowly nibbled at the piece of flesh in front of her. 

It tasted smooth, fine, and it left behind a gentle sanguine hue across her freckled muzzle. She did not make the correlation that this meant she would not be getting anymore milk from her mother, and was simply engorged in the task at hand. 

It was the first blood on her tongue, and it left behind its imprint.