Blackwater Islands spiritglass

the children lay asleep, huddled together and tucked at the listener's side for warmth. by now their size allowed them to warm one another, and it was with this knowledge that the listener delicately extracted herself from the puppy pile. she swept from the den with no more than a whisper of paws against stone to denote her passing. even that sound was lost in the waterfall's constant thrum.

she sought @Ingram. moments with her keeper had become achingly scarce in the weeks since the birth of her children.

the listener met her guardian at his station, snaking around him in a wordless embrace.