Nymphiea
As Dead Reckoning was quickly starting to notice, death had a way of lingering around the Crows. Maybe it was just the way fall was turning everything into shades of brown and red, or the fact that her dad was an assassin, or that the pack was situated close to the Redwoods (which she had been told was even more dead for reasons no-one understood), but she felt like she had really come home to something cool. Death to the pup didn't hold the same meaning it did to others--not yet anyway. It felt like some distant phenomena that intrigued her the way a wounded animal might. And the Crows were going to be holding a big feast soon in the middle of all the trees dying, even!
So many wolves to snoop on and chat up and start learning about, sigh, so little time. The party would be a great place to introduce herself to the majority of the tri-pack alliance, but there was no sense in just sitting around and waiting for it. Not when there was another seer right there to meet.
It was uncharacteristically childish of her (uncharacteristic, okay) to immediately feel an attachment to someone she hadn't even met yet. But maybe this Red would just get it. Dead Reckoning was special, which meant it would be hard to find others who could. And it'd be nice to have a friend who was not family, a girl, and dealing with the same things she was. So the pup began to sniff about, asking after Big Bad's daughter with the authority of a princess herself.
