King Elk Forest i've been watching you creep

it was the crying the called to her, had the sylph dart through the trees until she reached its source. dusk had settled heavily on the wood, but the dying light did not hide from her the girl on the ground, who, upon first glance, seemed to remind anatha a great deal of herself; scarlet, petite and narrow. she moved to closer to the girl; on edge but relaxing when a quick inspection revealed the scent of delight and the wood. she hummed a soft note, moving to stand nearer the girl while mahogany gaze scanned her for obvious injury. it was not blood nor gaping wounds she found, but rather some alien object clasped tightly around her neck. her ears flicked uncertainly as she hung back, slightly unsettled and yet remaining near as she sought to comfort and gain a better look at the awkward, boxy thing.