Noctisardor Bypass aulana

skaigona's eyes turned to saucers of fear.
she stared at the remains of the butterfly, then wyllam again, tucking small tail to her flank.
anxious gut began to burble, and she swore it was the work of wretched little wings.
"water!" skaigona shouted hurriedly, wheeling and darting away for the creekline she had visited quite often, keeping plume between her hindlegs as if to hold the offending butterflies inside!