Snowforest Taiga what's left of our eden's garden to grow?

When first she took note of the pale girl's departure, Ciri followed only with a single blue-yellow eye. Curled close to her sister, nose buried among the peppered golden fur of her shoulders, she felt curiosity begin to bloom. Where was she going? Off into the downpour she trailed, out of sight from the pack's resting place, and away toward an unknown darkness.

She knew her mother would never approve of disobedience, especially in this foreign place, but she had to know. The little bkackbird stared in Nyx' direction for a long moment, eager to be sure that her departure would not be prevented.

Something about that sad, lonely girl called out to her. Innocent of all the bitterness toward her very existence, Ciri unfurled herself from alongside her littermate to lope carelessly after her sodden steps.

The rain seeped with ease into her baby pelt, soaking through to her skin, but she didn't care. She padded through the drooping grasses with an excited swing to her sodden tail, which quickened as she at last caught sight of Phaedra among the crimson wildflowers. With a joyful little rumble, the darkest Ostrega moved swiftly forward to close the distance.

"Hi," she halted some feet behind the other cub, little frame practically vibrating - both from her anticipation of making a new friend, and the biting cold of her sodden hide. "Ich mag deine Blumen."