Will-o didn't know what else to be but steady. Wendi searched often for Honor, to bring her home as he had the others, but he never had any success. Nor did she, when she went out, or Sarge. Nobody seemed to have seen hide nor hair of their daughter, and the Wisp tried not to weep about it in the presence of others -- child or husband or crewmate alike. She had spent too long pitiful and had been gifted too many back to be able to truly complain. What would Queenie say if she begged for perfection?

She hadn't meant to follow Lichen at all, but it was the girls scent she came across. The little creature was lively in her own way, strange and passionate and silent all in one. Not the way her large, dark counterpart seemed to be, no, but in her own.

Wisp watched as the girl straightened, her ears pressing back for the split-second she imagined Lichen in danger... but they stayed like that. The grey little rat-woman slunk forward idly, quiet herself, doing her best not to startle... whatever was happening!

A rabbit, she thought with amusement. Lichen was staring, copying, a rabbit -- eyes wide, ears high, body frozen. Neither seemed to have notice her there, watching, so she didn't intrude. The child had something between her jaws already, and Will-o wondered if she'd already hunted. There was no scent of blood to the air, but that didn't mean it wasn't a clean kill.
It didn't mean Lichen wouldn't drop it to lunge for the rabbit.

Wisp waited, watched, to see if her daughter would use the skills she'd been taught or rely on something deeper.