9/17/2026, 11:03 PM
im so sorry this is so late ;o;
she watches the piece be carried toward her with the same wary attention she might have given something alive, ears tipping forward before one slowly folds back. hunger tightens beneath her ribs at the scent, but she does not move for it immediately. instead, pale eyes lift toward yesbaa—sister, technically, though blood has made them kin more thoroughly than familiarity ever has.she knows the girl mostly in pieces. a scent among saatsine. a younger shape passing through camp, pale as snow with the face of black rock. another healthy body built without fault.
envy comes uglier than she would like, but she swallows it down bitterly and forces a face of neutrality.
hello, girl.