Moonspear There's a girl.

Tiki bounded from rock to rock. Ghostlike. Wraithlike. Her body showing the wear and tear of not having been settled.

 There was a wildness to her eyes and features that showed what she had become. 

When was the actual last time she had spoken. She wasn't sure. She stared down into the great unknown watching the goats run and eat to their hearts content. She wondered if Alaric may stumble upon her and offer a hunt.

 He had not pushed her to speak. Had simply been a quiet presence while her sister played house.

And she did not regret that Pie had done so. It was what she wanted after all more so than Tiki.  But now her sister was hurt. Could not remember the weeks she had left her and Alaric in the cold for a warm body and babies. And now she regretted it because it felt as if she had given her sister up for nothing.