How do I grow up

Patrols were a practice in fortitude, these days. Worries chased each other around in her head every time she took a moment to sleep, and as winter wore on, the Spirit was thinner under her fur than she should have been. The world was in a state of fragile, wavering balance. Prey was thin and tired, but while that meant easier hunting, it also meant food would become scarce as prey either moved on to other lands in search of forage not covered in ash, or died and rotted.

She glanced up and spotted a figure on the wall, which brought a faint, tired smile to her lips. It was close enough to the end of her route, so she altered her course, giving a gentle call to the young Adravendi girl as she leapt to seat herself beside Viviane.

She turned and studied the girl closely, noting the much-too-bright glisten in the girl’s eyes. With Geoffrey still missing, Aurielle didn’t doubt the girl was under a great deal of stress. Silently, she shifted closer, offering the warmth of her side to the delicate girl.

“How are you?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think