Moonspear feeling

Anaa appears behind her in a flash of milkwhite, a chuff rumbling in a gentle wave. The starlet's head turns, chin uplifted. Anaa is sad again! Why was everyone so sad all the time? Even if it wasn't all the time, it may as well have been to Maggak!
A tragedy has happened here, she says. Maggak, still far too young to understand the weight of such words, but ever inquisitive, drags a paw across the caked earth. Dirt piles up; when she removes her foot, below her lies a divot in the shape of five tiny pads.
The somber air between mother and daughter is not lost to the babe, even in her naivety. Dark nose gingerly brushes up against the leg of birthgiver, sweeping up toward her shoulder in quiet affection as if to say, I'm here! Don't be sad! What happen' here, anaa?