Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

Rue nodded. Myrren had nothing for which she needed to apologize-- this Rue firmly believed-- but Rue accepted the mother-to-be's apology because that seemed to be what Myrren needed to hear in this moment.

"It's everyone's loss," Rue agreed, laying her muzzle lightly against the other woman's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. 

Rue furrowed her brow at Myrren's request. Truly, it had been her intention to approach Kavik immediately with her questions (and yes, her judgement xD). But how could she deny anything to Myrren when the poor woman was in such a state? "Okay," Rue agreed reluctantly, instantly feeling the weight of the secret settle upon her already-overburdened heart. 

She tilted her head in the direction of the nearest cache. The pair drifted toward their next meal in contemplative silence, and Rue's paws felt almost as heavy as her torn, stretched, and battered heart. 

Absolutely! I'll start the next one in a day or so, if you don't get to it first!