Hushed Willows Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts

This time when she reached for the boy, she squeezed her eyes shut and told herself, I'm not eating him, I'm saving him. I'm not eating him - and soon enough she had him to herself. The little cub was hanging by the scruff from her teeth (probably pinched a bit too hard), and then Tavi abandoned the elder woman, stumbling over her again as she headed for the dark corridor. Once the two of them were sequestered in the offshoot that served as the den she hunkered down and plopped the boy between her paws, where she held him carefully. While he sat there, she studied him for any imperfection, not trusting that Nova meant well - or that anyone in this place, aside Warbone, really cared for the child.