Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

a shame, no name in return.

qiao's eyes fluttered open. understandably, the little dove was repulsed. three questions burned from the dove's tongue, each requiring very different answers.

with her paws still firmly placed atop the wolf skull's crown, qiao spoke. "when you learn to listen to the world, it speaks to you. i was listening."

she peered down at the object which had caused such horror. certainly, he had been much handsomer in life. now, in death, his skull appeared a grim talisman. "this is a skull." a thin smile cut across her expression like a knife before vanishing. "and you would not like the answer of how i came by it. so many questions, for such a young girl. may i continue?" qiao's tone seemed to brook no quarter, for her eyes were already closed and her ears silently swiveling.