Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

The Redhawks must be wondering about her, though Treepie couldn’t bring herself to worry about them too much. They would be fine. Meanwhile, she’d found a purpose in @Sobeille and her newborns. Pie had loved her younger siblings at first sight, though that sentiment paled in comparison to how she felt about Sobeille’s offspring. She knew it wasn’t her place to claim them, yet having been there for their birth and every day since, Tiuttuk felt an attachment as deep as the nearby sea.

She rarely strayed from the new mother, though the best way to support her and the puppies was to feed them. Besides, there were others who could look after her while Treepie ventured into the nearby woods to hunt for small game. She tried to remember their names and faces, though she couldn’t. Tiuttuk had been too focused on mother and pups to bother with details, though the guilt that crept up the back of her neck reminded her to make an effort upon her return to Sobeille’s side.

Meanwhile, she crept through the morning mist that drifted along the rainforest floor. It provided good visual cover, though its presence gave Treepie an eerie feeling. She caught herself glancing upward at the glimpses of blue sky between the thick foliage, wishing the sunlight would pierce through and burn away the eldritch sea fret.