Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

yami. belen wanted to say it out loud but the sigh had dissuaded her. she lived with a mercurial queen and knew that every annoyance could bring hostility. and so she only kept pace with the huntress, circling around a bit off to try and encompass the tall grass where she thought the animal would be. the scent was here again. she heard what she felt were high-pitched noises but did not move, looking to yami for a cue.