Sun Mote Copse Let this moment be the first chapter: where you decide to stay

HOLY CRAP THE TITLE IS FROM HAMILTON!! That's why "That Would Be Enough" is stuck in my head! <3<3<3

Those eyes...The shade of warm bourbon. The adolescent before her had grown out of the mold of a child that she remembered, but still bore traits she recognized. The more she stared at the reflection of her own features- albeit much younger, and perhaps with more spark, considering the added accent of slightly darker fur running along her spine, and the tinge of orange in her beautiful eyes. Those were Colt's eyes. That was the Blackthorn dorsal stripe. Everything else, though, was Niamh- but the combination of the two brought life to a creature that couldn't be anyone other than her daughter, so when she broke the silence and spoke, and with that simple, trembling, monosyllabic expression, she broke the stillness that had frozen Niamh into a statue. 

"Oh, Nellie!" Niamh cried, as her frame melted from stiff and solid to a frenzy of happy wriggles. Her tail waved so frantically that it thumped against her sides and arched in circles as she completely closed the distance between herself and her daughter, ran her muzzle through Nellie's golden and caramel fur and embraced her daughter, leaning her head heavily against Nellie's shoulders, until she finally convinced herself that her daughter was real- and that she was back. She steped back slightly and sat down, still unable to pull herself more than a hair's breadth from her daughter's side. She fretted about the fur along Nellie's shoulder and the back of her neck. "Where were you?" She asked, still looking for any sign that Nellie had been harmed or hurt in any way.