Noctisardor Bypass The Fox & The Hound

Her eyes watered as the tickle in her throat persisted. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, especially not with the spectacle before her. But Druid had enough air to draw in Mahler’s comforting, familiar scent as he suddenly drew close.

Mahl— she choked, her voice drowned out by Nyra’s bellows and the cat’s screams. Instinctively, she crouched lower to the ground, scuttling crablike toward the Graf.