Broken Antler Fen My eclipsed sun

Something was wrong. There was a smell that seemed off in the air, and when she made her way to one of the fen's higher points, she saw a dark cloud hovering on the horizon. More snow?

No. This was different. Ominous. And the cloud wasn't moving. 

Lilitu grew still more uneasy as her mother called for her. Ibis's voice was sharp, urgent. She heeded the summons, dodging the slicker parts of the territory and coming across Mama. . . digging. Frantically. 

What are you doing? she asked, an uncharacteristic note of fear in her tone. What's wrong?