Arrow Lake windlied

Sorry for the wait I am the worst. ;A;

 
River had more questions than she had answers; death was still an all-encompassing enigma to the grief-ridden child. She occupied a grassy spot not too far from where her father laid at rest, her gaze trained upon the settled mound that marked his grave. 

Preoccupied the inner-workings of her comprehension, she almost didn't realize that Mahler was approaching. Quietly she woofed in greeting, as she lifted her head from her outstretched forelimbs.