Ravensblood Forest convalescence

♥ It was a good one, as all threads with you tend to be!

“…there would be much time for camaraderie after the pups were born. Olive was sure of it.” OUCH. MY HEART.

Lotte, like Olive, was thankful for their meeting, despite its relative brevity. “Please,” she interjected when she could, her small, bearlike ears pinning back uncomfortably at the title. “I am only Lotte. Rest well, ihana kuu.” The black-and-silver songbird was a dominant bitch — had potential to be one in every sense of the word — but Olive and she belonged to each other now. They were Family. The glimpse of what their relationship could be danced just out of Lotte’s reach, but they’d get there eventually.

Lotte was sure of it.