Deepwood Weald i found out that my friends were more of the savory type

mama had gone out to "look" today, and nüwu had begged to come with her, despite not knowing what the task was. she was more interested in seeing other places... beyond the borders. while mama hung back, sniffing at scents in the grasses, nüwu asked to go ahead a little, and mama reluctantly allowed. and so the little girl moved some reasonable distance ahead, leaving her mother as a little smudge back in the fields. among trees she moved, noticing the ground finally drying again, and- a boy. he lay pitifully beneath a tree, looking rather sorry for himself, and immediately the girl's heart was struck through with an arrow. 

she moved cautiously toward him- remembering what mama had said, strangers could be dangerous- but this one didn't seem so. a little nudge of dark freckled muzzle to stranger's shoulder, are you okay?