Phantom Hollow “This place is scary”

Sweet, lost child. It's all right, little girl, Megara whispers, placing her chin on her paws, her ears relaxed but still cupped curiously atop her head. A pale pup, with none of the Melonii look about her at all. No smell to suggest an origin nearby, either. And a troubled frown works its way onto her maw—

There were precious few ways a pup this young ended up away from home. Megara simply hopes that the worst scenario is not true.

She stretches out her muzzle, hoping to touch her nose to the tiny forehead. I will not hurt you, she promises, her voice warm and quiet as a summer evening breeze. Her breath stirs the downy fur. And as she breathes in the sweet baby-scent of the girl, nostalgia and longing all at once assails her. Oh, that she could bear children again!

The thought of her old, barren womb brings sudden tears to her eyes, glimmering pools of indigo.