Moonspear and she offers me sleep

@Vela 

Despite the somberness that had overcome the mountain, there were moments of good to be found. It was strange and surreal to see the features of Vela again... she looked so much like their faher di—had. The correction sobered her, but already she could not prevent the trajectory of her path that had shifted from whelping den to where she knew Vela had bed for the night. None of them seemed to have slept very far from one another that night, for the strength of her scent was near their collective whole. 

The newly crowned Queen moved at a slow pace; her belly had dropped with the progress of her pregnancy, and more than what had transpired exhausted her. Vela? She called, ears pricked forward and listening for any indication that she was near as she paused, one leg suspended in the air.