Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

Hardly even an acknowledgment is given by the darkling. Dinah's lips press into a flat line. Then, she pads in one, two circles, coming to a plop just beside her little sister. A stab of guilt dissolves and eats at the lining of her gut as those little eyes peer up at her. Even with everything between her and Ava, it wasn't really the fault of the other three, right?
She had been trying. Let her try again.
I don't want you to get hurt, she mumbles, pushing her nose into the shoulder of the oddity. She scans what remained of the other crushed flowers, a paw ghosting over the brittle stems and pruning petals, scattered with reckless abandon. Her heart twists in her chest. did you do this?