Cricket Creek Bog superficial

she's silent as she huddle's by Rowan's side, mud-covered and stinking and despairing. her eyes are set on the golden woman that's appeared, markedly similar to the boy she'd seen a day prior, and despite coming so far from Blackfeather, she feels trapped. she's not welcome within its borders or out of them, it seems, and though the depth of this tangent hasn't struck home yet, she's rattled. 

moonshadow's arrival brings relief, but she stays where she is. "why?" she asks the golden woman, confusion most prominently scrawled across her features.