Sun Mote Copse I'm not about to fight until the last of me dies

Weejay licked excitedly at Wildfire's cheeks, overjoyed to see her and forgetting almost instantly that there had been some time, concerning time too, where Wildfire had been isolated. When she drew back from her huddle of hugs and kisses, she noticed Mommy was crying.

That didn't seem right; only she cried, when she got hurt or Elfie played too rough -- and maybe Elfie cried occasionally too, but Weejay had never seen Mommy cry. She sniffed suspiciously, propping her thick stubby legs against her mother's ruff to push herself away and inspect what was wrong. She couldn't see any thorns, and there weren't any bees or obvious marks -- but Mommy was clearly hurt, and it stressed Weejay out to the point where she started to pant fearfully. "Mommy, what wrong?" The girl cried, finding tears welling in her eyes too.