Herbalists' Cache ivory flute

she had gone from the maplewood and found a scent trail which piqued her interest. the desire to seek men continued; but this time, as she recognized the scent, sulukinak felt a fluttering in her chest. unaccustomed to true worry, she wound after that path until it became ripe with that of blood...

the trail led to a marshland, and there she found the black, bloodied mass that was uncle.

a pale figure vanishes over the snow, illusory from the start, and moving quickly out of range for sulukinak's eye; although she looked now to the body and the blood, fully focused.
her heart hammered in her chest.

nosing at him cautiously, then with insistence—
uncle, uncle! her eyes dart; she looks for help, or signs of danger, and does not know what to do.