Whitefish River such fleeting beauty

Couldn't help myself! <3

Perhaps she hadn't been aware, but Malila had been following her mother at a distance. More and more, her curiosity grew. She yearned to know where it was she went each day and what she did. And why so often, she came back smelling of fresh dirt and blossoms. The scent had an effect on her, pulling at her with a desire even stronger than that of meat.

A ways ahead, her mother had stopped by a lone figure. Another child, darker than either of them. She recognized Shiloh only by sight and scent. Approaching her mother and the other flower maiden to be, her ears fell in dismay at seeing the girl looking so upset. Having little care for the personal space of others, Malila eased in and gently nudged her cheek with a whine. Then her bi-colored eyes saw them. The wilted lavender. Her gaze widened with shock. "Oh no...this is...awful." A pleading look to her mama, as if she could somehow fix this tragedy.