Give Me More

Naudir was facing the wall of the den, bright blue eyes staring ahead, lids slightly hooded. The nightmares had been bad last night and she felt so tired and so nervous. It was as if she could fall asleep at any second if it weren’t for the fact that she felt like she was going to be awake forever. Their mother called for them and Naudir’s brow knit together. It was awful early for a meeting wasn’t it? How long had she been staring at the wall? She could feel Runa stirring next to her as her little sister left her side but still she didn’t turn-

“Ouch!” Naudir flipped over with a growl, eyes glaring at Balthazaar who had a few strands of her mottled coat in his beak. “Meanie! Why’d you do that?” Branwen hoped over to her, gerntly nuzzling her paw. “C’mon love, you can’t sulk in here forever you know. It is time for the winter-night for your first þing.” Naudir scrambled to her feet. That was today! Quickly she raced out of the den after her sister. Branwen flew out after her as Balthazaar ruffled up his feathers and squawked at the rest of the young. “Come on younglings! Up! Up! Time to go!”

Naudir scrambled over to the meeting, panting lightly as she moved to lay down next to her sister. Branwen flew gracefully in, the light of the morning sun catching her feathers as she landed near the girls.

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