Shadewood Bluer than a butterfly

Mother’s thunder awakens the girl to a coldness where brothers once warmed. She gathers herself slowly, yawning, feigning utter disinterest in the play she was not invited to. But Cetseni is still asleep, and without a sister to badger red eyes follow the boys out to where they tumble along the bosk.

The kit leans into an exaggerated stretch before slinking into the green, hidden save for a black-tipped tail that cannot help but to banner high and mischievous. Milkteeth catches the dash of dark brother’s paw as he leaps, her little chest rumbling in fierce mimicry of her dam.