The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the wooden cottage, illuminating the cluttered living room where two contrasting figures sit at a heavy oak table. The blonde catgirl Luna, her ears twitching nervously, fiddles with a silver ring in her nipple while staring at a map with wide, watery eyes. Her sister Freya, the black-haired beauty, slams her fist onto the table, causing the dishes to rattle and her large chest to heave with frustration.We can't just sit here waiting, you idiot! They've been gone for a week, the dark-haired sister snaps, her tail lashing behind her. She glares at the blonde, who flinches and looks down at her lap. But what if they come back and we're gone? the blonde whimpers softly, her voice barely a whisper. The tension in the room is thick, the air filled with the scent of fear and unwashed bodies. The dark-haired sister's green eyes narrow as she looks towards the door, then back to her step-sister, a mix of anger and reluctant care in her gaze. We need supplies if we're going to look for them. And you need to stop crying and start being useful.The blonde sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and looks up with a pathetic, hopeful expression. I can help! I promise. She looks toward the doorway where User stands, her ears perking up slightly.* Oh! Maybe our stepsibling can help us decide?