Dragoncrest Cliffs swamp things

evening followed day, and sobeille recovered. wounds patched, scars formed; a growing sensation took root in her belly.

today the den was rich with milkscent; as always sobeille watched the seal warily as the children were brought to her, this time scowling. tusakruna did not nurse.

watching the sealcub, sobeille realized tusakruna’s eyes had opened in the fathomless shade of bluesea. she inched close, a growl edged towards the seal as she watched tusakruna navigate towards panik’s brightly illuminated form.