Whitefish River Scourge

But then mom kept talking. Hmm. Her brain processing this all probably gave her a particularly thoughtful look. What was she up to? No no, this wasn't gonna be straightforward was it? Too much talking was fraying her limited attention span, ears slowly rotating up on her skull as she figured something was afoot without entirely listening. Twitchy.

Probably a good thing as attention ended focusing on her. As her mother dove forward, Nutmeg yelled something incoherent and fled, but not far as she looked over her shoulder, in fact, if their mother didn't chase, she'd immediately come to a halt and turn back. Gotta help her sister, after all!