Stone Circle Beginning of hope

The meal mixed with the quiet peaceful night time air was a relief. Normally she pondered things while patrolling but lately that hadn't brought her the same peace of mind. As she continued to chew through the meat and fill her belly, the breeze picked up and blew through her fur. She lifted her muzzle and breathed in the warm air, finding that it carried a well known scent with it. She looked for him without turning her head, unable to spot him. Why was he hiding from her? She drew in a small breath and sighed before taking another bite of her meal, acting as if she hadn't been made aware of Cyron's presence. If he just wanted to observe her in silence then she'd let him...she wouldn't push.


Then not too long after a small chuff grabbed her attention and she turned her head, a warm smile softening her features. She was glad that he'd stepped out and made hinself known on his own terms. "Cyron...Nice morning isn't it?" She asked, deciding not to start off with the boring question of how he was doing. She had her suspicions that he still wasn't quite right, he'd moved from their den and into his own, plus....he'd seemed to be distant from everyone. "I couldn't sleep. Despite things seeming to be alright I still have some dark dreams" she said honestly and then looked down at her prey. There wasn't much left but she'd offer it to him anyway "Would you like to come watch the sunrise with me? You can have the rest of this" she asked. Oh how she hoped he would agree to the offer, spend some time with her. She knew that if she'd really felt the need to, she could always seek him out but something had kept her from doing so. It wasn't that she wanted to avoid him, no..she loved her son just as much as she had before everything shattered their peaceful life. She just felt that she would make things worse by crowding him and forcing her affection on him. But now...with him in front of her, she really wanted to embrace him. She wished she knew how to reassure him that he'd be alright but she wasn't sure he was alright, or that he'd really ever be. 


When she was a young girl she'd had adulthood forced upon her in a traumatizing way. Her mother had tried to force her to kill a prisoner, a boy not much older than herself that they'd starved till he wouldn't be able to defend himself. When she'd been unable to do so they'd all beaten her. Her family had beaten her and called her weak. But she'd survived and set the boy free only to be forced to watch as he was found and dragged back and slaughtered in front of her. That was how she'd lost her innocence and while she'd repaired herself to a degree, she'd lost the girl she had been before then. Cyron had seemed to lose every trace of the sweet,bubbly boy he'd been before, but she had faith that he'd become a good man despite this. She was a good woman after all...wasn't she?  As she thought over these things she had been unintentionally staring at him with soft, sad eyes, a sense of recognition in her gaze that brought a strange intensity over her face. Realising that she had been staring like this she looked away again and cleared her throat. "If you'd rather go back to your den I understand." She added in a gentle tone.