Part 1: Chapter 2

death by daughter

     Spelebrill woke to a low, mourning howl. He got to his feet,
stirring up a light cloud of dust from the pine-needles. Peering through
heavy shafts of golden light, he barely recognized Celyk's sleek form
turned up in a cry of despair. He stepped out of his make-shift nest on
quiet paws as he neared her. Celyk held out the notes long and gentle,
letting them float on the sunrise and glide in the chilly morning air.

Author's Note

not done yet!!!