Noctisardor Bypass caribbean blue

she barked in frustration as one of her younger siblings pulled at her tail, preventing her from immediately following druid. though she had a fairly independent streak, the tie she felt to her littermate was a strong one; she wanted to experience nothing without her sister at her side. witch turned and flashed her milk teeth in mimicry of an adult's snarl, and when her tail was released, she galloped with a lanky gait to join druid's side.

the wind changed as she approached, and instinctively her little head bobbed upward to catch the scent on the air. she couldn't place it, but it evoked a large rumble from her stomach— and then came a scent she had come to associate with mahler's arrivals. witch yipped excitedly, turning to nudge druid below the ear with her snout. smell that!