Moonspear dear god, hope you got the letter and

Blindsided. A blow to her heart that she had no words for, mouth open as if she was going to speak and then clicking shut when nothing came out. A tail that slowly went still, falling against her hocks while her ears pressed back against her skull. The prickle of heat behind her eyes, a lump in her throat as she looked upon the little girl she had come to know and love. In a way, Mintaka reminded her of her daughters, now more than ever.

A memory, a sick little girl who had superhero powers and a love of stars and adventures. Their first meeting, one that the Ostrega woman would remember always, and now, just months later, the girl was looking to strike out on her own. Her reasons were understandable, though she knew that the girl was loved, fiercely so.

Her silence stretched too long, her lips pulling thin as she held the tears back; She would not guilt her into staying. This did not stop a choked voice, strangled in a throat that constricted too tight for many words just yet. Come here, She said, sweeping the girl into a hug with a paw slung over her shoulder, muzzle burying itself in the fur of her scruff. Nothing else was said, not yet, for all the love that the woman had for the girl was focused into this moment and no words could ever encompass such a feeling.