Moonspear the dark age

Just as discreetly Norah had left Moonspear weeks earlier, she returned there. Unseen and unnoticed, she blended in with the surroundings perfectly and acted, as if she had always been there. Never doing more than it was required from her, exchanging heart-felt "hello"s and "how do you do"s with those few she met in her path, giving off a vibe of familiarity - as if she had known them for a lifetime, when in reality she did not know even their names. 

A snack and a nap later, she prowled the claimed territories, reading the messages left along the borders, and tracking the scent trails left by the members. She entertained herself with guessing, where had they been going and what had they been thinking, but these remained speculations only. If she could not see them face to face, she was unable to read. And Norah always preferred facts to fiction. 

The sound of rattling bones caught her attention and she was soon drawn to a scene, where a puppy she had learned to know earlier - Bleach - was toying with a piece of fur and assembly of small, whitened osseus matter. They no longer held any remnants of food and therefore it took a while for Norah to understand, what the girl was doing with them. Naturally, it would have been a lot easier, to intrude in the process and ask those questions right away, but it was always interesting to observe first and get those important first impressions. 

A game. That's, what it had to be. Pointless and impractical, but that was not surprising given the girl's age. Kids by definition weren't up to anything useful, but Norah had to give them credit for creativity and interesting past-times. "Evening," she greeted the girl and emerged from the shadows. "What is that you are playing with?"