Blackfeather Woods From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent

The Melonii silently tasted the name on his tongue, then nodded once in approval. It's a good name, he complimented, pausing to snag his tongue between his teeth before adding, I will ensure her memory lives on. There were plenty of places in Blackfeather Woods that remained unnamed, and even those with names were no longer fitting. He was certain he could find something to honour Moonshadow's lost cub.

For now, however, I'll let you rest. It was lovely seeing them. I'm glad you're doing well. He slowly backed out of the den with a formal dip of his head, intending to allow her her privacy with her pups and the quiet necessary to recuperate. Soon enough they would be running amok in the woods and her time for rest would come to an end.