Lord have mercy on us all

Gilda had buried herself beneath a pile of furs prior to her siblings being herded from the den. It wasn't that she wasn't as eager as the rest of them to get out there, she just didn't particularly see the rush when there would still be tomorrow, and the next day stretching into forever.

She emerged, finally, with a well gnawed pinecone clutched between her jaws, tourmaline crystals catching in the sunlight as she made her way into the big wide world. Kor was, well, being Kor, Corsair was flat on his belly like a weirdo and Davey was biting his heels. She gave Lass a sidelong grin before throwing her pinecone in his direction, clearly the rest of them were unhinged, and she was curious to see if they would jump on her colourful brother, or if she would have to slap the ground in an invitation for a game of keep away.

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