Witch's Marsh Ascend

Mae is just a nosy kid, feel free to stop her or chomp her

She didn't like Eshe, but there was no way Mae was going to miss out on this. A call that urgent? Yeah, on her way, phone out, already recording.

Except when she got there, it smelled all wrong. Bad in a way she didn't understand. There were strangers — and a baby, and Moss, and she wasn't moving. Mae didn't know her except in passing, but her stomach clenched tightly all the same when she realized that something was very wrong with Moss.

She didn't listen to what Eshe said, or wait for anyone to get their bearings. Mae darted to Moss's side and cast a panicked look between her and the baby. Then back to the baby.

Mine.

She reached out to grab it, and if she was successful, would run for Swiftcurrent Creek.