1/28/2025, 2:51 PM
Mint eyes surveyed the movement inside the den, searching for signs of injury and finding only the darkness of her siblings pelt. Her nose twitched all the same at the acrid odor of the blood mixed with the soil. Bragi stood but didn't seem quick to want to leave the safety of their natal den.
You can talk about it,she offered. She stepped back in case the darker girl wanted to exit. The reassurance that she was fine sounded solid so Tove gave a little shrug. Ignorance was bliss, as they say, and it was hard to be overly concerned if Bragi truly seemed okay.
Or uh, I guess you don't have to either. Why do you still sleep in there? It seems so... small now,she was eyeing the entrance to the den, thinking about how they'd all fit in there together once, with an adult. Weird.
she was the sigh of the wind
and the rhythm of the rain