Noctisardor Bypass aulana

It was hard not to cackle at the sight of Skaigona hurrying ahead with her tail pressed tightly to her buttocks, like butterflies would come exploding out if she lifted it a smidge. In fact, Wylla failed. She trotted along in the pup's wake, cracking up every few steps, but made an admirable effort to do so silently. Skaigona wasn't stupid, after all.

Oh, Mahler would crucify her for this if he knew. But, well, fuck him. He was pretending to be dad to all these kids, but it wasn't like he was their real father, so he didn't have a right. So what if they got a little dose of life's cruel nature when they were young? It would teach them to be wary, something Wylla thought was very valuable, considering her own life was a true series of unfortunate events.

But she did feel a little bad about Skaigona's obvious fear. Oh well. Too late to turn back now.

There! said Wylla, stopping to point with her muzzle to a bush ripe with blackberries. She would have preferred to suggest mushrooms — oh, how Wylla loved the earthy smell of mushrooms, and how she would love to impart that love upon another — but it wasn't quite time for them. Blackberries were abundant, however, and tasty. Those will cure it!