Arrow Lake relict

Monarch trotted at mom's side, listening to her talk about the borders and describe how important patrolling was; it was when she was learning that she actually listened to what any adult was saying. But the scent of dad and brother mingled with prey caught her attention, and she sprinted away without any warning, eager to see what she might be missing out on.

She flew through the territory, ignoring her mother's angry calls, slowing only when the scent of blood slammed into her senses. She saw a heap on the ground, then, and slowly moved closer. She had never seen so much blood. When she realized the heap was her dad, she rushed forward and put her front paws on his back, nudging him a little. Dad? The word squeaked out. She suddenly couldn't breath. He was too still, and he didn't smell right. 

She slid down to the ground beside him as the quiet sobbing started; she was unable to control it, so she she just pushed her face into his bloody fur and let it happen.