Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

Her lips parted, but no sound was forthcoming. She shook her head, glass optics lowering to the scars that wrapped around her foreleg like some kind of intricate filigree, a tattoo that weaved in hues of pink and red along her skin. 

Crunch. 

She dropped the rabbit, unable to stomach holding it in her mouth any longer. She nudged it towards him, knowing that she could not communicate the memories to Cry. The naiad was preparing to stretch out by his side when a flicker of shadow within the forest caught her attention. 

For a moment, the details of it were lost on her but as the beast lumbered slowly closer she froze in startled fear. 

"Cry," she whispered, nose pointing over his shoulder to indicate that he should rise and turn slowly. The bear wasn't looking for trouble as it chowed down on its fungi, or so it seemed, but at any moment it could easily become angered and attack.