Whitefish River So We Meet Again

Momentarily distracted from the foreign, disgusting scent that was in the heart of their home, another question popped into her head. "Why at night?" Malila asked with a cock of her head. She was too young to understand the necessities of a midnight patrol such as the one Hieronymous was on, but it was never too late to start learning.

Malila had not wandered out of the borders of Kaistleoki, leaving her under the false impression that she was completely safe in its boundaries. But borders were not always effective in deterring outside threats from barging in, as she would soon learn. At Hieronymous' request to dissect the offending smell laced in the fur, Malila quickly obliged. She scrunched her nose, delicate brows pinching together. "It...isn't like us at all. Definitely not like food either. Something about it...it's unsettling..."