ChiravianSkies

"If you can contact a seer at the next full moon, don’t tell them anything. Then it might be stopped. It’s your best hope.”

Sikla pretended not to notice, but felt her fur rising. The last time Linn smiled like that, Antra wasn’t exactly pleased with the outcome.

Noctua lingered a moment longer, as she couldn’t seem to drag her paws out of there. She saw a patch of blueish green fur. Sea Tribe?

Now she was in a cell. Small, dark, and wet enough to drive even a Sea Triber over the edge.