Arrow Lake fall down a rabbit hole

She steeled herself as Mahler settled next to her boy—the dark ashen of his pelt melding to the youth’s own charcoal fur. A certain part of her screamed at having another so near them when they were so young, and the questions the Kapitan presented her only further flustered the pale sylph.

A worried step was taken toward Stigmata’s killbrother, her jewelled eyes fierce upon her boy as she felt heard the roughness of her voice—a dry throat wrought on by worry.

“He has eaten—but not as much as his brother and sister. He has been less assertive as them. His waste is… it’s normal. It’s normal…” She trailed off, worrying her boy with her eyes only before she felt her throat constrict more. Was it normal? “I think… Mahler, I think… His urine might be darker… I don’t know.”

She swallowed once more, noting the rambling of her words before she caught herself, her eyes beseeching his own, now. “He sleeps often. He does not try to push himself. He doesn’t…” Her voice trailed away once more, her words descending a certain darkness upon her.