Golden Glade the fold up

He agreed, and Deshyr almost wanted to argue, to shout then why did we have to leave but her constricted throat was so wracked by sobs she was rendered voiceless. She snivelled a little more, wiping a snotty nose on his shoulder before taking in a shuddery breath, trying to compose herself.

Our family. This was for them. Even if Deshyr didn't know them personally, it was as her father said — they were still blood. Bottom lip trembling, the girl gave a small, meek nod of acceptance. It still didn't sit entirely right with her, but she saw her parents' reasons; this was for the good of their family.

"I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper before she pressed her head back into Rannoch, thinking of Terance and Treason and their pups. "I'll miss them."