starlight

While her mother and the twins might like the dark due to their pale skin, for Widow she loved it for the opposite reason. Because her pelt was so dark, it allowed her to blend in better with her surroundings, especially against the base of the volcano where she laid curled up. She was tired, her body exhausted from all the growing it had been doing primarily in her long bones. She wasn't terribly uncomfortable since she had a high pain threshold, however she would be lying if she said that she didn't feel some discomfort. She had the help of some herbs she found, of course, but they they only seemed to take the edge off.

She didn't have any particular reason to be nested outside of the den, though she was particularly tired of being in there most of her growing days. As she looked above her, she could barely see any of the stars between the treetops, but what she saw was enough to keep her silver gaze trapped for a while. Widow had never really been one to stargaze, but tonight was a peaceful night with clear skies beyond the trees and the stars were bright.

"Speech!"

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