Luna, hiding in the shadows: "..."
She knew her gut feeling was spot on—those two definitely have something fishy going on.
So Maya Miller is stealing her sister's man?
She clicked her tongue twice, didn't bother watching anymore, and slipped away silently.
Other people's business? Too much trouble—as long as it doesn't mess with her, she can't be bothered.
Luna got back to her cave, about to crash for the night, her eyes landing at the entrance as she mused about putting up a door someday.
Okay, sure, the tribe is pretty safe—no one's sneaking over in the middle of the night. But leaving it wide open like this? She honestly wasn't used to it.
She quickly sprawled out on her stone bed.
Dry grass underneath, soft enough, but nothing actually covering her, so she shivered from the cold.
She decided to pull out a beast skin from her basket to cover herself.
Only problem—it's kinda small, covers her stomach but not her feet.
