Blackfeather Woods No number, no return address

As always, when she had things on her mind, she could be found along the borders, falling into the familiar task of patrolling; it had always been her way of avoiding what she wasn't ready to deal with or processing something confusing. Sometimes, it was a way to find relief from something weighing heavily on her mind, as it was today. She worried about her niece and if she was safe. She worried most about Taikon, though. He seemed better physically, but she could tell something wasn't right. She had been so happy that he was alive and here, she hadn't wanted to find anything else wrong with him. Not that it would change the way she felt; her love was not given easily, and it was even harder for it to fade. Mostly she just wanted a little peace, and some scared part of her hoped it would just resolve with time and patience. 

She was deep in thought, trotting rhythmically along the edge of the forest when his scent filled her nose. She slowed just as he came up behind her, brushing against her as he fell onto step beside her. She smiled and nuzzled under his chin before pulling back a little to meet his gaze. She could see on his face something was up before she heard the seriousness of his tone as he spoke. Her smile fell and she frowned. Something is troubling you, she stated rather than asked. No need to beat around the bush. If he wanted to talk, she would listen.