Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

It had been a while since her son's eyes had opened (well, a while to her was only a few days in Not A Mom time,) and she hadn't noticed their brightness, or their shine. But when he turned to look at her with such a gay expression upon his face, Tavi finally saw them. The pale light outside of the crook slipped in around her, catching on the pale blue, and she couldn't help but smile down at him. It was probably the first genuine smile she'd managed in a long time, perhaps the only real one she'd ever worn. It was different from the smiles she'd given to Reek which never quite reached her eyes, or the sarcastic smirk she often carried as a teenager; this was a look of unabashed love. And as she lowered herself to his level, as she watched him bumble his way over, the feeling swelled within her; it expanded from her face and hit her chest, and she felt her love for him pumping through her every inch.

Hello my little Tambourine, look whose awake! She half-whispered, unable to keep a vein of excitement out of her tone. He was growing quickly. Even with all the emptiness around them, the struggles of the rest of the pack, he flourished. Her little Tambourine. If the famine took everyone else away from her, if the pack was gone, if Reek and Saena and all the troubles they had ever faced were wiped off the face of the earth by this plague, leaving only herself and her son - she would be happy. He was all she needed, now.