Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

She heard the call, the first one- and wondered if this was a summons. 

Not yet, she prayed. She turned to lick at her side, where her flanks had begun to sink in. It was not an encouraging sign. 

She willed for the life to remain within her. Numerous voices answered the call, some singing of grief, some of joy. Moss would add her voice to the lot, a long, reverent prayer for safe passage through the times to come. Half of this, she sung to any spirits who might hear her- and the other half of her was singing to the awakening souls within herself.