The Sunspire slowing down (long time coming)

Guilt gnawed within the pit of Rannoch's hollowed stomach—he should have been there when @Wisp had broken her leg. Since his daughter had been delivered back to the den by Hyacinth, Rannoch had kept a closer eye on his children. He had learned his lesson about letting them wander at such a young age. 

The den was quiet, and Rannoch had curled himself around Wisteria; he gently preened the top of her two-toned stripe.