Wapun Meadow neck twist like exorcist

for @Mira maybe? but AW!

The blackblood child wanders again. Instinct, up until now, had kept her alive; small insects and berries gave her sustenance while still much too young to hunt anything on her own. And even still, her stomach snarls with a growing feeling of desperation. Famished; absolutely famished.
She knew not where she was. The birds are quiet, for now, and some part of her misses their company. She snuffles at the crumpled leaves, scooping grubs with her tongue and swallowing whole. She did not miss her brothers, nor her mother. In fact, the quiet, the chill in the air, the emptiness; all of it was decidedly pleasant. Was she supposed to miss them? Or better yet, did she know how to? To her, they were merely sources of noise — the smell of hot milkbreath, the scraping of claws against her skin in the night.
And in her mind, they wither away until all that remains is a thin powder that once formed something skeletal.