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

Kotake sensed her sisters distress, and at once heads toward its direction. Her sisters words are ones she mutely echoes, though she knows it is not death. Her mother has not been herself; in her silent observations, she had intended to find out why this was. But Koume was wise to ask, Kotake felt—this day she learned that it was not always wise to wait. As far her mother being attacked, Kotake moved around and also tried to sniff where she had come from. There's no other smell but for mothers, she murmured, her bi-colored eyes shifting to the blood that had been spilled. Had she done this... to herself?