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The other girl, the one who bore an ethereal pelt and stood significantly taller than Ciri and her sister, looked her way. Her smile bloomed to life and her scruffy black tail wiggled at her rear, excitement in her transitioning gaze that gleamed at having been acknowledged - no matter how briefly.

She looked away, however, turned her attention toward their stone-faced leader, and the little blackbird observed for a quiet moment before veering toward her mother. Ciri pressed her sable flank to the lioness' forelimb and emitted a soft sound, canted her muzzle upward in attempt to nudge at the underside of her ivory chin. "Mama," she whispered, some urgency in her tone, "we go play?"

Denial came swiftly, and the girl's expression faded. She exhaled a huffed response through flared nostrils and turned her head again, seeking Phaedra where she'd seen her last, only to find her spot vacant. Ciri glanced around at the others who'd gathered, eager to find where she'd gone off to, but the sight of her was obscured by pack-mates and the little Ostrega was reluctant to further test her dam's patience. Defeated, she instead sought Elke's companionship while the adults talked, and moved to shove her dark crown playfully to her sibling's blonde shoulder.