Whitefish River or would you throw us all away?

Mohe hadn't had many excursions on his own. He supposed now was as good a time as any to begin. He was out looking for some sort of trouble to get into. Malila always seemed so relaxed. Mom was always out caring for everyone and father wasn't the wildest card. It was all quite obvious. It was very much up to Mohe to bring in the fun. He had to be that guy. 

 In the not-too-far distance he made out the small figure of something much like himself. Mini versions of these adults that ran around him. Who was she. He yipped a mighty yip and moved towards her with clumsy lack-of-precision. 

 "Herro," He was greeted most morning with a soft 'hello' and some term of endearment. Living with those people was nice. 

 He stared at her from a safe distance and remained every curious. Why did she look like that?