Haunted Wood no one hurts this pretty girl but her

Each deposit his mother made he inspected with the little energy he had. He separated out any dead, wilted or otherwise unusable plants, and tidied them into their own species-specific piles, discarding any grasses or other junk that had been gathered up with them. It took him a long time to do this, for he was weak and exhausted from the trauma. He was grateful to his mother and sister both, neither of whom ever once questioned what he asked of them and made an effort to assist in any way they could.

Between the three of them, his wounds had been kept packed in fresh cobweb and covered in a paste of healing herbs; but like his mother, he could smell the sickness on him, and he knew more than even she of what was to come. He swallowed thickly, and did his best to ignore the inevitable for as long as he could. He was still but a child, and he was terrified to think of what was coming.

His mother returned from another foraging trip with a bit of food, which she passed to Allure. He could not discern the look she gave to his sister, to implore her to share, but despite the hunger in his belly, he scarcely had an appetite. And so, he did not look at nor even sniff what Bazi had brought them. He laid his head on his paws and stared with one, squinted eye into the distance.