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It was there, right in front of her, impossible to ignore. Its tiny wings were fluttering in a feeble attempt to take flight, but something or someone had already damaged them. The poor moth, and it was a big moth, really had no chance. Nayru peered at it with her cherry eyes, eyes that could have been described as the color of blood freshly spilled. Perhaps it would have been an apt description considering the thoughts went through her head, if the eyes could really reflect the inner mind. The child knew that others killed. They had to, it was how they lived. One must take the life of another and feed off of their energy in order to keep surviving themselves. Was that unfair? Nayru had never given it any thought, she only knew that another life had never been lost at her own hands… but there was a first time for everything.
Clumsily, her tiny paws left the earth and with a leap they landed on the doomed moth. A tiny mass of moth guts and wing bits clung to her paw when she lifted it and looked underneath. There it was done. Now what? Nayru paused, her heart beat slowly increasing. Why had she done that? For a moment the image of the white lady passed before her, what would she of thought about that? Nayru didn't wonder what her mother or father would say or think. Day by day they were further from her mind. Conor now was her keeper, but would he have anything to say? Daily he brought her meat, meat that came from the living creatures that inhabited Dahlia alongside her new pack. Why would he care about the moth?
Slowly she peered around, had anyone else seen that? The coast seemed clear though. It was midday, the sun at its highest point and perhaps everyone was out doing whatever it was they did all day. Nayru didn't really know what they did here, having only met Conor, his wards and Bris. The cow patterned pup had kept to herself mostly, too scared and shy to go up to anyone after those first couple of days. They had their own busy lives and it was best to keep out of them, least she disrupt them. As she had just now. Not had she just disrupted the moth, she had extinguished it. The thought struck Nary and unhappiness seized her heart, it was dizzying. I'm so sorry! It came out as a chocked whisper, she could have wept right then if she could reason why she would be weeping.
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