this twilight feels like an afterlife [calico jack]

as the boy relaxes in her presence, Dulla notes a carefree, almost playful shift in his posture, and attempts to mimic his waving tail and earnest grin. she’s grateful, suddenly, to have found him in this darkening forest - although perhaps, more accurately, he has found her.

at the mention of warmth, Dulla perks up, ears pricking with interest. as though made aware of her own discomfort, a shiver wracks through her, and Kas attempts to burrow into the fur about her scruff. “that would be wonderful,” she sighs, eyes fluttering closed at the very  thought. but curiosity quickly pulls her back into the present. “you mentioned…packs?” she urges, brow furrowing in thought - half cautious, half hopeful. she’d been raised in a pack, and she’d been on her own for so long…but at the same time, her birth pack had proven the biggest heartbreak of her (admittedly short) life. “please, what can you tell me of the packs in this land?”