Swiftcurrent Creek you whole lotta crazy

WOW I forgot about this thread sigh sorry!

Her body trembled when he spoke with an enraged verve, as though he alone could really do anything about it. The children were gone. Sos would wreak havoc on the Creek. Her fault, screeched the caged Jinx inside her prison, railing against the reality that it had, in fact, been her own fault. Her fault, her fault, she will pay, but Fox would not pay for this. Not unless Sos descended upon her and ripped her fur from her back and stole her wolves and left the Creek in ruins...

Ira snapped her out of this maddened mental mantra she had found herself repeating, drawing her deadpan gaze to his own. Cold resided in her. Death resided in her. Her empty womb ached for the return of what rightfully belonged there and left her feeling as though a gaping hole had been torn out of her stomach. Without them, Ira was her only child. In that moment, she regarded him as if he had truly been born from her, and momentarily allowed that mad notion to bring her solace.

"Nothing," she hissed suddenly, then broke down into cackling once more. Her legs seemed to bow under her and deposited her on the ground, where she laughed into the crook of her arm, oblivious to any action he might have taken to comfort her broken self.