Sawtooth Spire a single spark that claims the whole forest

@Stag if u want it <3 but anyone who would be allowed in the rendezvous site are welcome otherwise

days and nights ran together. one moment intersected on the next.
it had been six ... seven? moonturns since her brother had disappeared into the wilderness.
phaedra was still too young. too present in her world to process her family's loss in full, but she experienced ephemeral and intense reactions to the grief surrounding her. confusion coalesced strongly into her awareness while anger and fear soon got the mastery of her.
phaedra modeled her emotions after wylla and mahler; their panic and worry and sadness the catalyst to fits of crying and tantrums (something to which she was not prone). her lack of control over herself, over the maelstrom of distress in her parents, put phaedra in an overwrought state that she was not emotionally sufficed for.  
most noticably, she had regressed in the midsts of it all, often setting upon wylla to try and suckle from teats that had long ceased lactation. it was a futile yearning for self-soothing, and she was mired by nature itself. it didn't stop her from trying, for her desperation for comfort eclipsed the very will of nature itself.  

the greatest lot of bereavement took wing to her unconscious state. wetting herself during sleep and night terrors were frequent episodes that stirred her awake, screaming.

presently, she slept curled into the parentheses of wylla's stomach, held in tightly and protectively by her mother's legs. she was sweating and shaking in her sleep, a whimpering threnody in her throat as saltglimmed tears welled through clenched lids and streamed dark streaks down her cheeks. 
an agitated, mumbled burble; her brother's name distressing her lips, and then a warm wetness pooled under her.
she awoke with a gasp sourced from prior horror behind her eyes, chest heaving, and then looked to her stomach and saw where the dampness darkened her fur. her lips pressed in a tremble. "i'ms all wedt," she said muzzily, prising each leg from its tucked position to find urine had soaked her through to the bone. again.
it quickly chilled on her skin, causing her to shiver. as her gaze explored the darkness for her brother, wildered of thought, mind casting a shadow over preceding days, she called out, "thade? you wake?" into the cicada-choired twilight.