I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

This time she wasn't covered in paint when her father called. The girl had been outside studying the sky. A task easily left behind when she was summoned. She didn't know what she was being summoned for. Mossy of her nights as of late were spent in the star den, as she liked to call it. There hadn't been much time to absorb small talk with her family.

Shaking out her creamy pelt, the dainty girl made her way towards the call and noted that her family had gathered. She greeted each of them with a nod, then took her place at the end of the line, saving a place beside her for Indy. She wondered what this was all about.