10/31/2026, 11:40 AM
Tatsaaye's inquiry is upon them, looking with wide winterbark eyes that miss very little. She is saatsine, and no weakness is overlooked.
“This is your cousin Fa’liya, Tatsaaye',” bloodhunter is cautious with her tone, cocooning it in warmth. She knows she is being overly protective. Fa’liya is nearly an adult, and as ghost talker there are very few harms that will come to her within the clan. But it is concerning the thinness of her skin, stretched over the points of her haunches; how this trial intended for the young tines had so tested the ravengirl’s spirit when the long march loomed still ahead.
Iglux̂ tucks her chin into the soft fur behind her ears, forming thoughts around unvoiced prayers, quelling the awful batter of graver concerns. At the moment Fa’liya speaks her head lifts, craning to gather what might be scented beneath this grove’s brine.
“Tell me what it smells like.”
“This is your cousin Fa’liya, Tatsaaye',” bloodhunter is cautious with her tone, cocooning it in warmth. She knows she is being overly protective. Fa’liya is nearly an adult, and as ghost talker there are very few harms that will come to her within the clan. But it is concerning the thinness of her skin, stretched over the points of her haunches; how this trial intended for the young tines had so tested the ravengirl’s spirit when the long march loomed still ahead.
Iglux̂ tucks her chin into the soft fur behind her ears, forming thoughts around unvoiced prayers, quelling the awful batter of graver concerns. At the moment Fa’liya speaks her head lifts, craning to gather what might be scented beneath this grove’s brine.
“Tell me what it smells like.”
