i’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter

The night was a quiet symphony of whispers and shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, casting its silver light over the thicket. Barghest moved silently through the underbrush, her senses alert to the night’s subtle sounds. She had been wandering for a while, seeking a discovery of the sibling kind. As she rounded a bend in the path, a soft sound reached her ears. Her heart quickened, the sound tugging at a deep place within her. She followed the sound, her paws moving quickly yet cautiously over the forest floor.

There, in a small clearing bathed in moonlight, she saw a figure huddled against the base of an ancient oak. The sight of her sister, Elara, alone in the cold, struck her like a bolt of lightning. Barghest’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of Elara’s smaller form. “Elara!” Barghest whispered, her voice barely louder than the rustling leaves. She stepped into the clearing, her movements gentle and non-threatening.

Without another word, Barghest closed the distance between them, her heart aching at the sight of her sister. She nuzzled Elara gently, hoping her warmth and presence would be a comfort in the cold night air. “Hi, Larrie.” She murmured, her tones filled with a comforting warmth, even if her voice was a little more irritated from the fact that her sister had been out here alone.
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