Hoshor Plains junebug, what have you done? [m]

There was a butterfly. She found it so rare, so simply be near her den, that was so empty for her pups went out to play. She had nothing to do, in all honesty, so idly by, did she follow the butterfly. Though this butterfly simply, disappeared by the time she had left the woods, and arriving at the stream. It was like a light, guiding, but when it simply disappeared from her sight when she looked away, her stomache dropped.

Something was terribly wrong.

The guidance she was given, and the running, she went to the direction she last saw the sign. Then, there she was. Her beautiful daughter, distraught on the ground with another near the distance, "Liliana!" Her mother called out, as she drew near, the scent was strong. The scent of that, that she knew since the night of Mal. However it was not from the man, but her own, young daughter, who knew nothing else.

She was too young to know. 

It wasn't her fault.

"Oh my Goddess," tears were streaming down the young mother, completely forgetting the man beside as she bent down to her daughter with a broken heart, "Liliana, it's okay, Amma is here... Amma is here."