Sequoia Coast tripeka

A pale woman and her red-furred daughter; it was not what Vasa had expected to find. Nor did she anticipate the sorrow thick in the air even from a distance. The air of grief halted her, a lone fish clutched between her jaws as she studied the pair.

Her own hunger gnawed at her, but Vasa decided in an instant that she would try to extend some type of kindness. She approached with tail low and swaying, and set the fish down. Hey. Are you two alright? Vasa called gently, still glancing over them as if she might find the source of their grief written somewhere on their bodies. But they were unharmed. Only sad.