You watched Marshadow. Her lips were clearly moving, and she seemed to be trying to say something. But in the end, she stayed silent, and sealed her lips.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
She didn’t reply. You were disappointed in her refusal to speak, but didn’t argue with her.
After a few moments, she crouched and reached for you with a hand. You didn’t know what she was planning, but you allowed her to pick you up again. Rather than scooping you up and letting you sit on her palm, this time, she held you in her fist, with only your head and shoulders sticking out. It was cold and tight, and felt similar to when she hugged you, only much less warm and comfy. You squirmed a bit, but she wasn’t hurting you, so you didn’t struggle too much.
Marshadow held you in front of her face, smiled at you again, then lowered you close to her chest and carried you out of the den. It was indeed morning, and the sun was shining. You looked up to see Marshadow grimace, and she carefully moved to avoid the sunlight. She stayed in the shadows of trees, bushes, and rocks. It made sense, because she was a creature of darkness. But in that case, you wondered why she was bothering to leave her den. She must have had an important reason to brave the sun like this.
Eventually, you realized why she came out here: food. But what kind of food would she go for?
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