Redtail Rise having dinner with the candelight

great pride to know her time spent within the mooncamp made it so yura could see the resemblance; sobeille’s face flushed with emotion.

the distant thunder of the sea drew her gaze back to it, where swells of dark stormwater frothed over a plain landscape of blue and greys. which auntie? she pressed, turning to read the emotion held in yura’s sweet gaze. de sea is no’tin’ to fear. respect, yes — but fear, no. sobeille drew in a longing breath — how she missed the touch of ocean rifling between her fur. tell me more of dis sedna.