It’s early morning and you’re sitting outside your family’s den, thinking about last night’s dream- you running through a meadow and eating grass and flowers. You cringe at the idea, knowing how much better meat is, but something inside you feels off as you think about it. Before you can overthink it, your siblings trot up behind you, stretching. (Kello, yawning) “Morning-” (Liya) stretches and rubs against you “Good morning, y/n!“ Your Mother and Father walk out behind them.
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