Hushed Willows Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts

Three days or thereabouts!

 He's like three days old and she really should not have left him but her mind was elsewhere. She had only wanted to stretch her legs a little. The cave may have been spacious, but Tavi had been feeling restricted nonetheless, and her desire to move about trumped anything her newborn son may have needed. But she was here now, and her senses were alerted to his murmurs, setting her biology against anyone that came between her and the babe. When her gaze fell upon the coiled form of the old woman, Tavi let out a low growl — yet on her approach, she saw that her little boy was safe and secure within her grasp.

Tavi did not know how to react. At first she arched like a queen, defiant and agitated, with her tail lashing at her hocks; then she was feeling suddenly spotlighted by her thoughts, ruminating over how content the boy looked in his sleep. Safe there, even if it was with a stranger. She paced just outside of Nova's range and seemed frutrated, not knowing how to approach the situation. In the end she huffed and sank low beside her. Is he alright? She whispered hastily, and thrust her nose towards the bundle of gray among the gold.