Hushed Willows Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts

Open to anyone in the Crook, but be warned Tavi might be snappy. All her MK threads are open to @Tambourine. Maybe someone found him all alone and kept him warm since she was just outside being totally irresponsible? :D

After taking a break from her responsibilities and stretching her legs, Tavi returned with great haste and shot through the cave like a bat returned to roost. She clipped someone on her way in but held her tongue, too busy navigating the cave system to bother apologizing. When she came upon the cave where Tambourine had been born, she tripped up on something laying across the entrance and thought hastily, oh shit was that him?

When she turned to inspect the bulbous thing, she saw it was the head of the other child which had gone uneaten. His face was distorted by the early stages of rot, and a few flies buzzed from the soft inner sanctum where his ears sat curled. Tavi grimaced, and then tossed the remains aside with a cuff of her paw. She tried to find any sign of her son within the cave and felt the stirrings of anxiety when she couldn't — he wasn't here. He wasn't here and all she could smell was death and rot and — then she heard a chirp, and poked her head out from the corridor that joined the whelping cave to the Crook.