"As much as animals can choose to take in a humanoid child, yes," Ahri muses. "I don't remember the circumstances. Perhaps they just saw a creature in distress and their nurturing instinct kicked in."
It's a strange story, she knows, but she feels nothing but fondness for those times. She had been too young to know the tragedies of life; all she'd known was the joy of playing with the young kits, the warmth of curling up in their den to sleep, and the thrill of hunting side by side.
Mo'rtajha's not wrong about this seeming like something out of a story.
"I too wish that somebody else had been chosen, but I suppose we have to deal with the fate we were given. Now all we can do is investigate a way to return." Ahri grimaces faintly. "I haven't the first clue where to start looking, though."
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It's a strange story, she knows, but she feels nothing but fondness for those times. She had been too young to know the tragedies of life; all she'd known was the joy of playing with the young kits, the warmth of curling up in their den to sleep, and the thrill of hunting side by side.
Mo'rtajha's not wrong about this seeming like something out of a story.
"I too wish that somebody else had been chosen, but I suppose we have to deal with the fate we were given. Now all we can do is investigate a way to return." Ahri grimaces faintly. "I haven't the first clue where to start looking, though."