Amari

Amari laid on the ground under a pine tree. Snow fell around her while blood seeped from her wounds. She tried to stand, but she was too weak. And she wanted to cry out for her father, but she couldn't speak. So she just laid there, pitifully, sobbing quietly.

.Windsong.

Windsong had been worried. Amari had been gone for too long. Windsong let it slide for a hour or two, letting her live life. But now he was panic stricken. Windsong had followed her scent, finding a mesh of blood and mixed scents. Now he found himself in the human region.

"Amari? Amari, where are you?" Windsong called, sniffing the wind. He knew she was here.

Amari

Amari lifted her head to see a white figure in the distance. "Dad! Dad, I'm here!" She yelled between sobs.

.Windsong.

Windsong paused, feeling a bit relieved. But he rushed to Amari, his body colt despite the run he had. "Amari...oh, God, are you okay?" Windsong asked, the mingling scent of Abaddon struck anger over him.