Broken Antler Fen grow back your sharpest teeth

“Meseba!” The wind takes his quivering name abroad and with a reassuring touch to Machi’s shoulder the coy abandons their shade to cross into the dell. Her steps are featherlight; quick. She sinks into the familiar gray chest, inhaling home and feeling at once some semblance of safety.

But his words are quick to reawaken worry. It drags through the air, the sentry’s anxiety as palpable as her own. Eset pulls her chin up to see a doctor’s dressing where an emerald should be. “Your eye–”

Her voice falls into a gasp, one frozen paw lifting to his cheek. “Who’s done this to you?”