Moonspear just a reflection, of a reflection

There was great sadness, none of which Orca could figure out the source of. There was a pit in her belly as she jumped to her own conclusions, deciding for everyone else the worst and believing it (until told otherwise)—a character flaw, to be sure. 

Seal asked, much to Orca’s dismay. She started with a vigorous shake of her head. But… mebe the hellcat killt someone, she whispers. Yes, imagining the worst. She looked to Seal. I cursed the thing—it will be soon to go too, if it worked, she lifted her head, a little proud to have done something for Seal and da without losing any fur in the process.