Whitefish River Scourge

However, Nutmeg was quite proud of the disaster she'd created, Looook! Like it was totally obvious! She was some kind of B-movie monster who had wandered away from the set. Her eyes were full of all sorts of mischief, there was no problem here, just trouble. But being alone? Ummm, she looked behind her, then back. She wasn't alone at one point, S'good! Just playin'. That wasn't too bad, right? From Nutmeg's tone, she thought it was juuuust fine. Duh, again, nothing was wrong. Things were totally okay, and she'd probably yell incoherently if someone said otherwise.

And before she had to track down what actually happened to Primrose, there she appeared! And much like her sister, the mud and gunk-covered brown girl smashed herself up against her mother, rather like a particularly gross cat.