Fairspell Meadow Free the ghost that haunts you.

Venamis did not like the meadow.

He'd hung back among the woods for a time while the others moved on, hoping with every fibre of his being that they would realise their mistake and turn back. In his young life, one filled with uncertainty as his family trailed their cubs from hollow to forest in search of a home for them, Ven had never truly felt like he belonged.

Until Blackfeather Woods. Until Maegi opened her arms to him, albeit reluctantly. It was what had so swiftly become familiar to him, comfortable, secure. It felt so wrong to abandon their land.

The days ticked by slowly and the young Melonii, cold and entirely alone, left his stubbornness and pride beneath the dark woods' canopy to venture out into the openness of the meadow that their leader had chosen. 

Still, he maintained distance from his packmates, quietly resentful of their decision to disperse. It was purely by chance that he was lurking nearby when another's cries brought his ears high atop his head, surprised. Venamis quickened his stride as he made a swift approach to investigate, but he could not ever have imagined what he found. The pale Alphess, shrieking and sobbing uncontrollably as she hovered over a smaller reddish figure. One of the twins? Perished.

He did not stay to offer support; what was there that he could do? Venamis made a quick exit, (hopefully) fleeing before his presence could be noted.