Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

Her sister's crying out, although largely Syrma's fault in the first place, inspired the other twin to be even more uneasy. She had not needed much convincing anyway, but with her nose so full of the strange and unfamiliar scents that Evergreen brought into their den with him, it was easy enough to ring some alarm bells in her tiny range of what she knew to be right. Though, Speedy was quick on the draw to try to soothe them both, which did help as it often did... but there was just something else here, something just too much, and too utterly unknown!

By wobbling her head a bit, she was trying to get a better look at the dark anomaly who filled their space now so to understand what was going on and why their mother seemed so at peace with this new happening. It was blurry, awfully vague--though her nose worked in overtime, even from here. With their words lost on her, she had to do whatever she could.. but she most certainly was not leaving her sister's side to make any bold attempts to find out more that way. Absolutely not. In fact the rest of her scooted even tighter against Spica in the presence of so much unknown, sight and scent alike. She would have to find out from here where she felt safest.