Cricket Creek Bog a gentle breeze or lightning in a storm

thank you for starting <3

Little Weejay was a bit aways when the howl filtered up through the reeds, high and keening. She was too young to know what a coyote was, and while she recognized the howl seemed a bit off, it didn't seem so bad to her.. Maybe the wolf had a sore throat -- Weejay didn't think too much of it.

In fact, Weejay didn't think much at all, for most of her thoughts at the moment were wrapped around Aengus. She had in her jaws one of those crinkly flowers he had shown her, and she kept coming back and forth to their last meeting spot.. His scent had entirely faded, and after the fourth or fifth day spent waiting, Weejay had begun to grow sad.

She placed the flower down gingerly and returned the howl, hopeful for some company. Being as young as she was, she didn't really realize how things could go wrong.. all she wanted was to see Aengus again, and maybe if she was lucky, this stranger could point her in the right direction.