fire meet gasoline

yet another puppy thread c:
wanna jump in? @Danica <3

The idea of ever going back had begun to fade from the girl's mind. Ever since her expedition to search for flowers she had understood that the new ruled over the old. Days, weeks rather, had passed since they had arrived at the Glacier, and whether she liked it or not, this new place was home now.

There would be no more Bazi,no more mud-baths, and apparently no more afternoon explorations.
This was their reality now. And though Maera didn't really have a problem with the new place itself she wanted to know what was wrong with the place they had left behind. Because, there must've been something damaged there right? If not why did they seek this shiny brand new place if there wasn't anything wrong with the Creek?

When something was wrong, broken or bad, it was only natural to search for something better. So, what made this place better? So far she had not found anything spectacular about this place --in fact,if it were not for her magnificent dicovery, the Glacier as a whole would be dammed in her mind.

With the questions burning her alive, she slipped past the den's entrance like she had done so frequently over the past few days. Once outside she took a moment to look at her surroundings, she was not yet used to the imposing figures of the mountains that craddled them in, like a protecting belt around their home. Protection from what?, she didn't know. The scariest thing she had ever encountered was a shiny green beetle that threatened to eat her nose, and a thousand of red dots that set her fingers of fire; and though the peaks of the Glacier stood strong they had not managed to hold back the greatest danger of all. The monster that had taken her brother was still on the loose.

Even if Maera was no longer oblivious to the dangers outside, the thought of crosssing paths with the creatures that lurked in the shadows and those who soared through the clouds was inexistent in her innocent heart.
She missed Larus.
How could she not? He was her unconditional plush toy, the one that wiped away her tears when the nightmares struck. Now it was her turn to wipe his tears, wherever he was. With her mind set and her belly craving his touch, she began her little quest for answers with complete confidence that no harm would ever touch her.

Today she would get a taste of what was wrong with this place.