The Sunspire another day, another doug

But it was not mother that came upon Oaxaca’s plight; it was his sister, the little grey girl, that found him so! It was with the utmost innocence that she wandered upon him — as they grew older, and the more mama and seabreeze were distracted with the new babies, the three siblings were allowed to wander a wider perimeter, and the little avant-garde was taking full advantage of such freedoms.  She pushed the boundaries often because she was never chastised for it; in fact, there was had been nothing that would not have qualified as anything but the utmost happiness. No yelling, and nothing but love. In fact her first sadnesses might have been when Seabreeze was feeling sick or when mama cried over the dark, dead stranger — but nothing that derailed the overall vibe too much.

Eleuthera heard the scream from not too far away and immediately her feet skittered into a bolt towards the epicenter of the sound — she knew it was her brother, knew it deep within her bones, and her body simply reacted to it as if he had called for her specifically. She charged closer, an unfamiliar gripping in her stomach that made her want to stop and puke, or shit, or both. She knew something bad had happened before she even knew what the concept of ‘bad’ was. 

If the coyote was nearby, the panic-stricken Eleuthera did not see it — perhaps it was out of view, circling around to finish the job. Her aquamarine eyes, held open and gaping, saw the familiar, calico form of her brother with a pool of crimson blood, growing ever-larger; like it had with the dying man. Was Oaxaca dying? Eleu took a faltering step forward, then hauled in breath and yelled for Olive. “Mudder, mudder! Come, mudder!” she screamed, and then rushed to close the distance. She needed to comfort him, to somehow fix this! She was simply to young to know that the thing that happened to Oaxaca, could also happen to her.