As the days grew shorter, Daria grew larger. Nearing her year-mark, the charcoal and crimson girl had remained happily in Glorall - unaware that Other was alive and here as well, nor that her lifegiver was never coming back to her. She survived on her sloppy kills, often shredding away the skin and fur or feathers or scales until just the bones remained. Skulls were her favorite keepsakes, ivory bone stained with deep brown blood - bright in the dim light of her den. They made her happy, arranged in a order that made sense to her muddled psych along the walls of the sloppily dug den. It wasn’t much of a den, just big and deep enough to house her and dug out of the half-sand, half-dirt terrain. Still, the girl was absolutely thrilled with the little hole. The child’s world was small and she yearned for nothing she didn’t already have: a supply of food, a warm and (mostly) dry place to sleep, and her trinkets of stone and shell and bone.

She left her den happily that day, swaying softly as she made her way towards the beach. It was nearly time for the water to retreat, leaving no short supply of goodies for her to pick through. Her collection of things never stopped growing and this time of day was always the best for finding things. Not the only time, mind you - the bones of a wiry hare she’d eaten earlier in the day were being bleached by the sun right now - but certainly the best. Despite winter’s chill, the girl was comfortable under her thick coat, and paid it no mind as the breeze picked up the closer she got to the shoreline.

She made her way across the beach to the pools of water left, humming mindlessly to herself. Daria was enraptured by what was presented to her when she got there, almond shaped eyes peering excitedly into the clear water. However excited she was, her judgement was critical as she moved onto the next pool. Just as she lowered her maw to flip a shell over, the breeze shifted and brought a strangely familiar scent to her. Head tipping to the side, the yearling began making her way down the beach towards the figure. Curiosity flashed through her mind in a blur of color and emotion as her lengthy limbs ate up the distance until she could more clearly make out the stranger. Blue portals widened with delight as recognition bled through her concious as she took note of the girl’s distinct markings. ”Other!” she yelped, tail whipping behind her as she sprinted the remaining distance between the two sisters. Daria skidded to a halt, entire body wiggling with glee as she shoved her muzzle as far into her sister’s space as the other would allow, tongue darting out as she attempted to lay kiss after kiss on the other girl’s face and head. She finally backed away after a few moments, rump still waggling as her tail beat frantically behind her. ”Other!” she repeated, unaware if her sister remembered her sibling’s odd mannerisms and way of speaking. She leaned forward on her toes to aim her muzzle into the other girl’s thick, fluffy scruff and then leaned back. ”Missed Other,” she told her in a rare moment of seriousness.