“Blood on my shirt?”, Tallulah repeated their words slowly as if she misunderstood their meaning. Her face matched the confusion she felt and as if to double check she looked down on her shirt only to see nothing. “Are you sure? How do you know it’s blood?” Mentally, the girl retraced her steps. She had been to class and then went outside to play in the woods. She had watched some birds and then saw… Hang on! Without another prompt, Tallulah squeezed out of her shirt – her skin on the top half of her body now only covered by a plain grey bra – to examine the back of it. Indeed, a mixture of red and brown hues where visible. “Oh god, you’re right!” This must have happened when she leaned against a tree where previously someone else had had a fight. If human or wolf or something else entirely, Tallulah could not say, though the spot had been unnaturally chaotic, quiet, and looked so out of place to the rest of the forest that she knew something had occurred earlier this day. “Ew! I need something else to wear”