Witch's Marsh Running with blood on my paws

A fuzzy brown face poked itself out of the brambles nearby. The little girl - not much older than his own - was trembling like a blade of grass. Day's heart went out to her at once, especially hearing that her mother was 'gone'. Amber disappearing act still on his mind, Day took her words as 'left' rather than 'dead'.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly, hesitating. Day thought of hisomething children, waiting for him at home. His warm den, Addie's green eyes. He had to get home, but he just couldn't leave this little girl all alone.

"Are you lost, sweetheart? Do you need help getting home?" he asked reluctantly. He didn't want to go any further today, but if he needed to in order to help the child, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

In the back of his mind, he began to think guiltily of the unnamed woman from the mountains.