Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

heda smiled finally, a true smile. the rest of what wylla said was absorbed and silently weighed. she was a sponge, and the older wolf had given her nothing but information. daughter. that was what witch and druid were to sequoia. and her too, heda supposed, though by now she understood that things were different.
she wanted to ask what wylla had seen at the sea. now that her definitions had been explained, the girl saw little reason to dwell. she understood that everyone had jobs in the pack. and she knew she could revisit that.
daughter. it stuck out over everything else, at least until wylla proclaimed that she was heda's ant. the girl's brow furrowed. "i don't have a ant. you can't keep them as pets," she revealed, rather ruefully. 
"how big is a great-ant?" heda asked next. wylla was certainly full of odd information. but as quizzical as she was, the child was not about to let a source of news from outside rivenwood go so easily.
"druid has a snake," heda offered after the fact, cheery and unhelpful. "her name is bracelet!"