Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

He came over to her, and froze up. Not stiffly, no.
She was unsure. Should she back away? 
But it was too late, he was there. Over her, pulling her close. His heartbeat strong, his scent the same, fur the same, voice the same.

She sat dumbfounded, and a bit too shocked.

She looked up to Laroche -- no Valour. Her son.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you..." She'd softened the heart of Laroche. Maybe that was what killed him? She shouldn't have let him go. Any of them.
Her small frame shivered despite the warms radiating from the man before her.
He was a man. No longer her little boy.

She looked up to him, knowing full well what he spoke of.
But Moonspear?
"They turned me away before." She thought for a few moments back to Hydra, Jarlio. They all knew, and regretted it.
"Hydra meant well, but she isn't one to take in strays."
Hyrda is one to see pity on something and toss it something and never look twice again.
Sacnite didn't blame her.
But Valour didn't want her around, claiming he was dangerous. She looked to the water, thinking.