5 hours ago
Born to the deep cold, C’eghaan has since decided he misses it. War son wants for the bite of the chill and needs his coat thick and dense. Here he is constantly pulling at his pelt, panting, tongue lolling as he wades into streams to cool himself.
Insects with thick carapaces scream a song into the night, punctuated by cricket chirps and the call of birds.
The nightshade boy pushed through long grass to find his brother. A grin pulls over his face as he spots the familiar pelt of moon silver and barks out. He wonders why he is off by himself, and not with the best of brothers.
”Tsaałi! Hiding from all of us?”
Insects with thick carapaces scream a song into the night, punctuated by cricket chirps and the call of birds.
The nightshade boy pushed through long grass to find his brother. A grin pulls over his face as he spots the familiar pelt of moon silver and barks out. He wonders why he is off by himself, and not with the best of brothers.
”Tsaałi! Hiding from all of us?”
