#ye I'm only on Skyscale Treats

[queer-as-used-by-tolkien]

My Commander with her baby skyscale, sometime after Kralkatorrik's defeat. She's tired from a long day hunting treats for the skyscale, and resting against her lifelong companion, Beorn. In the corner, Gorrik is absorbed in his datapad. The skyscale chitters away happily, but Commander is just resting. At peace. For now, there is a lull in the storm; she is not fighting and killing, and instead she can take care of a baby skyscale. Healing and growing. Life things, not death things. Peace, happiness. Quiet.