Sun Mote Copse of a leather seat between your legs

when finley finally arrived, tegan noted the salty smell on her fur. he wondered if she’d recently been to beach — and if she had, why? he melted into her embrace, using a paw to hold on a little tighter than he meant to, and even if finley went to let go tegan would hold on a little longer. he needed this. he hadn’t had it in a while... and he missed his mama more than the air he breathed. 

truthfully, selfishly, tegan hadn’t really thought about how wildfires death had affected her until now. to be fair, redhawks weren’t often on tegans mind... but as he pulled apart he remembered that he wasn’t the only one having a hard time. he looked at her rather sadly. how’s eljay? he asked quietly. the rest could hold off... if for anything but to prolong the last time he’d ever see his mama.