Whitefish River So We Meet Again

Bi-colored eyes of gold and blue widened. Did he just say the boogeyman? Malila visibly shrank back at the mere thought of such a creature, huddling into Hieronymous' side momentarily. Dozens of possibilities of what this hellish thing could be, what forms it may take, flooded briefly in her thoughts. Huffing, she stiffened her spine and shooed them away. "I've never seen 'im, so I don't believe in him." She stated firmly with a cute tip of her chin. Classic Malila naivety. She was innocent, oblivious to the realities of the real world. Perhaps too much so.

Her tutor it seemed, needed more information than she had already provided. Unknowing of his non-functional nose, but all too happy to listen and learn, Malila didn't question him. Gingerly lowering her snout down to the tufts of browned fur, she inhaled deeply, eyelids fluttering shut. The scent filtered into her nasal cavity, hitting her hard. Overpowered by the intensity of it, she pulled back with a little cough. "This is new...real new..."