Stavanger Bay her early leaf's a flower

@Qilaq

Too long.

It'd been over a month, now, since her daughter had first fallen into her jaws. She'd been so sickly, then, and small. But even as small as she was, she'd been big enough to endure the drop - the only thing that'd stayed the beta's hand was the air of unhealthiness that had surrounded her.

She was healthy, now. She was healthy and far larger than she'd been before, and Doe loved her like she'd never loved another wolf before. It was a love full of pride and care and mostly fear. She feared for that girl like she would never fear for herself, or fear for capable Szymon, or Skellige the Bearbane.

But it'd been too long, and not even fear could hold her back any longer. Rather, it was fear that caused her to act; fear of what the Wickedness would do if Quill remained in the territory without Her blessings.

The Drop was a necessary evil.

"Quill," she called, approaching the girl once she'd tracked her down. Her heart attempted to twist in her chest, but coldy, Doe pushed such pains to the back of her mind. It was for her own good, and for Quill's, and for the good of the pack.