Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

As her sister's posture softened, Yuralria offered a friendly wag of her tail to ease the remaining tension from her body. The two had spent little quality time together lately, and the girl found her mood lifted just from her presence alone.

That said, her nose wrinkled thoughtfully at the question, noting with a small laugh that it was now Nantahala's turn to be confused. It was true, the passing moons had seen Yuralria become more and more of a homebody, though she wasn't sure if that was truly in her nature or if it was her duties to anaa that kept her close. 

"I should ask you the same question," she jested, extended her hindlegs in a big stretch. "Don't you have something more exciting to do than talking with your lousy sister?" Behind the humour lay a glimmer of truth. While Nantahala always seemed to be busy helping someone or other prepare for the hunt, every day had begun to feel like groundhog day for Yuralria.