Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

She nodded, silently accepting the position of striker. While she preferred chasing, there was something thrilling about being the one to take down the prey, and it made her feel powerful. It wasn’t often that she had the chance to feel such a way—so she would relish it while she had the chance.

She continued to watch the flock, studying them as they lay in wait, and soon another question came up. The others should clear out when you single her out, she explained, figuring they’d simply get out of the way as Yuleria chased. If they don’t, I’ll jump in and help chase them away. She’d always have her sister’s back.