Emberflame Ridge Whatever you wish for, you keep

the child looks thoroughly distracted.

she's not small, but she's got room to grow. sulukinak compares what she remembers of her own siblings to this child as they play, and as she herself stalks close; she cannot remember ever being this size.

they're protesting the birds. or maybe they are hunting — but they are not very good at it. sulukinak holds zero maternal instinct, and in fact she is quite dismayed to have found such a young creature. she thinks of her uncle and the man's focus on his own son.

perhaps — ...?

hastily she lunges from her hiding place, snapping at the child and trying to grab them by the back of the neck; there is only a short distance and sulukinak can more than make up that span with the thrust of her legs, coiled beneath her as they had been.

grabbing for the girl, wanting to lift them off their feet, perhaps even throttle them in to submission with a shake; there is no telling what will transpire as a hunting instinct takes hold.