Haunted Wood To make myself feel better

Lilitu had initially thought the carnage on the mountain would quell her wanderlust, but it bounced back quickly. Almost as soon as they had returned, she was off again, exploring (though she did, at least, keep it relatively close to home). The adjacent, slightly spooky forest to the east was her destination today.

She knew she was working with limited time before Ibis came looking for her, and was about to turn back to the fen when she heard a soft sound—an animal? No, it seemed distinctly wolf-like, and sad. Like crying—

She began to follow the noise, brows knitting together in concern as it grew louder—and then even more concern suffused her face as she came upon the woman. Maia? she inquired softly, moving with a little hesitation toward her friend.

What's wrong? Why are you crying? Lilitu had done some of that herself, lately, thinking of Papa and Arielle. She wondered who Maia might be mourning.