Northstar Vale Your art was the prettiest art of all the art.

It was a whimsical scene, the small form of Lilitu sitting amongst the fireflies, each one highlighting her dark fur as they gently made their way around the cub. The night was silent and still, and inside the nearby den the other young girls of the Empire slept soundly. Unfortunately, for Ibis' daughter, however, it just so happened that Haruki was also awake, and he wasn't too fond of the intruder sitting on his doorstep.

He marched out of the darkness, blue eyes focused on the other child as he breathed a huff in an attempt to startle her out of her star-gazing trance. Or whatever it was she was doing. Why was she just sitting there? "This is mama's den," he announced, striding towards her with all the confidence of a wolf ten times his size. "Who you?"