Heron Lake Plateau guiding light

Kite fell silent as Owen and Eljay attempted to assuage her fears, though her expression remained tight and drawn. It wasn’t until they reached safety and warmth that a sigh gusted from her mouth and she looked mournfully up at the green-eyed Blackthorn, carefully counting each freckle. “I just…” she mumbled reluctantly, trailing off. She really wasn’t trying to be a downer. She hadn’t felt this different from her siblings until today, and she wasn’t sure what’d brought on such negative feelings. Raven and Quixote had never treated her any differently, and if anything, the alpha pair had treated her with more tenderness due to her obvious impediment.

“If I have to be like this, then…” She shrugged, turning her muzzle to the side to brush away an imaginary piece of dust, her wibble-wobble bobblehead shaking with intention tremors. “If it’s just me, it’s okay,” she explained bravely, “but what if it’s con…con…” What was the word? “What if Owen, Vasa, or Phoebe catch it from me? Like being sick.”