Blacktail Deer Plateau eyes like sea glass

"Je me suis séparé, perdu .. nous ne vivons pas où nous.." She spoke softly, she missed the feeling of being mothered. The young witch moved to the point where she could reach up and lick at her mother's face, trying to remove the tears that fell. "I am here now," she simply stated. She was sad to hear the words that came next, would he be welcome back into her birth pack? The only home she knew?

"I will always come home, to you, to my family." She had to make her mother understand, she was not planning on leaving unless another natural disaster came and ripped them apart.. again.