Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

Druid fell into step beside her sister, musing about Wylla silently for a few moments before voicing her thoughts aloud: If we catch anything, maybe we could bring it to her. Then she could tell them more about winter while she enjoyed a snack.

They passed into the piney woods and Druid tipped her head to take a deep breath of the fresh air here. It dropped back earthward when Heda spoke, the gray pup stepping softly to flank the other girl and peering down at the quail spoor.

Heda declared quail too small to bother with, so Druid began scanning the jade boughs for signs of other birds to pursue. Heda had mentioned a yellow bird in particular, though her mismatched eyes saw no such sampling of that hue among the quiet pines.

She did spot something else though. Eyes narrowing slightly as if in disbelief, Druid crept toward the heap of brown. She stopped a few feet away, ears fanning backward. The scat was old and didn’t smell very ripe, though the sheer amount and size of the pile defied belief.

What do you think made this? she questioned, eyes seeking Heda to draw her closer.