Northstar Vale for even the roots were harvested

Her mother had left and the girl made her protest known. Everything was still so new, she just wanted answers not to accept whatever these changes were. The smell of the stranger who watched them was unfamiliar, though the milk she carried was not. The little girl was hesitant, sniffing along the woman's side in hopes for her mother. She was sure it was a different white blob to sit with them and given that she was too cold on her own, she'd simply stay close enough for warmth even if she was displeased. Her stomach protested her stubbornness and when time passed with no mother, Hotaru would let out a cry of hunger.