Dragoncrest Cliffs belly drum

can also be a single post if this was intended as a milestone RO <3

something about this entire situation vexed sobeille.

how had the mother found herself in this situation? and what of the male whose scent faded on the ridge?

unfortunately — or fortunately for the male — sapphique’s bloodhound had been too preoccupied of late to do much sleuthing. the work was tiring besides, and despite packing salves on her fresh wounds, sobeille found her energy waning.

she was sick, yet refused to acknowledge the infection stirring under her blood.

yura’s shadow graced the den, something round held in her mouth. sobeille’s tail stirred in a soft thump as she rose gingerly, stepping over panik and runa to sit by her friend’s flank. she had yet to see the seal drink, though it ate fish warily — more than once she fancied observing an intelligent kinship gleaming in those round, unfathomable eyes.

but she worried, too — for the babes’ digestive systems seemed volatile and unhappy. no tincture she knew of addressed it, and most weren’t safe for nursing infants anyway.

bowed by exhaustion, sobeille watched as yura tended to their odd wet nurse, feeling a stirring in her gut she could not place.