If I die young

The youngling would follow her twin sister towards the gravesite. A feeling of gloom washed over her as those brilliant magenta eyes fell upon her sad papa. A tiny puppy frown formed on those inky lips as she waddled up next to her sibling. Ears perked as she took in the sounds of her sibling speak. Aryn couldn't help but to be confused herself. It was too soon for her to comprehend death or its meaning. Bad things happened and she had been taught of such. But, in reality she couldn't grasp the severity of the situation.

Aryn sat and lowered her head. That fluffy tail moved around her hind legs as her eyes flicked to the ground. The girl wanted to leave and never see papa in such a sad way ever again. But, she also didn't wanna make him more upset by seeing her skurry off. So the little lady sat in solemn silence for a few moments before finally letting forth a few soft tones. "I do not like seein' papa so sad."