Blackfeather Woods It's beyond me. Help me, mommy!

She pulled her nose up at the sight - not that the scent was the most pleasant. A strange mix of crimson rivers and shame, seemingly spilling from between her mother's legs. She knew naught what was happening, only that blood was most always bad and that her mother was a 100% certainly dying. Was it an intruder?! She questioned, lingering nearby, grey ears swiveling. The scent of blood was too prominent to smell anything else, but she tried, disgusting herself in the process.

When the supposed attacker did not come, she turned to her mother once again. Are you... dying? You've not been acting like yourself...