(not so much) risen from the dead

[nighty!]

(did ya get it? lol.. no? shame! lawl
Oh yeah! Caraline. I already forgot the name yes,
Riku, Milly, and Fireflight)

Aurora was right next to the other female while they walk to the campsite. She knew that the other didn't exactly trust her in multiple ways and it wasn't fine but she'll show her. Somethings are just plain weird like Ignorance, who was she? Aurora didn't know who Ignorance was and Riku was talking a whole discussion about her earlier but it was strange that he wouldn't explain to her. Riku, her brother, didn't exactly trust her either. To the smaller fae(Aurora), it made her felt blue, depressed, sad, down, etc... Just the fact that he wouldn't tell her anything and she was telling the truth the entire time. Why?

[Sivoncé™]

Anxiously, the cloudy gray femme padded into the hearth of the camp. Only, at the time being, the camp seemed more charred and ashen than when she'd left; few souls stirred in the clearing. The hour was early morning, when the first touches of blue begin to ease the sun over the horizon. She glanced wistfully to the wolf who padded beside her. The faint odor of Blood Mist was still hovering over her like a menacing mist; it was the source of her distrust. That, and how come I've never seen this wolf before? I was in the nursery with pups of my own not too long ago, how come Milly never mentioned a daughter?Clearing her throat, Carolina hesitated at the mouth of the Alpha's Den.
"Fireflight? There's a strange wolf here that wishes to speak with you."

Wreathed in soft moss and a thinning swath of sleep, a middle-aged femme began to wake. She rested amongst her packmates, in the spacious underground caverns that constituted the sleeping dens. Milly blinked slowly as her vision focused to clear the dreamy haze from her eyes. Slowly, she rose to her paws and arched her back and yawned widely. She took a great inhale of air, relishing in the morning sweetness. Hold on a moment... There was a taste in the air that was painfully familiar. She knew that smell. She nearly tripped over herself as she scrambled out of the den and into the heart of the camp. Her eyes, wide as moons, rested on the form of the daughter who'd run away from her so long ago.
"Auroura?"