Northstar Vale You are the nighttime fear

mona frowned gently, gathering herself to her slighty gawky height. "i'll be back." retaking the footpath by which she had reached malice, mona disappeared into the verdant trees of the vale. some handful of minutes had passed before the girl reemeerged, climbing back to the stone shelf where the woman lay with a grouse in her jaws. taken from a cache, it still held crispness to its vibrant feathers.
mona lay it near the widow and backed some few steps. her murkwater eyes lit with a gentle plead for malice to eat above the encouraging smile she offered.