Blackwater Islands Exodus

From the dark of her den, she seemed to stare.

They are preparing the island. It's in ruins, from what Kerosene says. Of course Nayavanti had not wanted to leave her, but with no other's to help they could not rely on Kerosene alone to get things done. Are you hungry?

Small paws tapped the floor of her den, the usual routine followed when she was searching for something. She had always preferred a misstep of her paw to the misplacement of her muzzle. A nasty sting from a bug when they were young had taught her that.