Moonspear moonlight outshines the brightest stars

Although she mourned in her own way the absence of her seventh little girl, the ill-fated Ran was no longer her concern. Detaching herself from the idea of what--no, someone--that had been of her came a little roughly but with time, bitterly, it began to grow easier.

Instead, perhaps, there was now more to give for the rest. She nurtured them best she was able, all while just beginning to feel the greater distinction of herself (the one separate from exclusively a mother) returning in full.. slowly, but surely. Weaning them a little bit early had started to help to bring her back around prior to all this, and evidently, removing the runt had gone on to do her notable good as well. But these were very private thoughts, instead best summarized as a thankfulness for their increasing mobility, independence, and strength.

She readily encouraged getting them out and about, however and whenever they could handle so far, so to Charon's suggestion, she was quick to help rally them up and out into the evening. She hung near the back half of their group to let her mate spearhead their trail to their destination, while she looked over each and every puppy hawkishly, and made sure the sluggish Galaxy kept up well enough.

They came upon Olive, and seemed to settle a bit with sights turning skyward--it was worth it, all streaked in fantastic lights. While not feeling overly conversational quite yet herself, and kind of on edge about the littles bumping around on strange (to them) turf, she only wiggled a tail as she came to Charon's side in silence. Attentions divided between the pups and the meteors was enough for now.