Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

Cool night air swept the fur of her face back—the stars guided her as her paws thrummed against the earth. Reyson could be heard—and then he could not and she threw her head back, inhaling sharply and relishing the freedom spanned before her.

Time held little meaning—it remained dark, though, and so when the Epoch healer found him, he was by a tall tree. A paw swipe toward his eyes—tears, she noted, her lips thinning as she prowled forward.

Something had him out of sorts—had the physical exertion helped? She didn’t know, but silently she came to him, and pressing herself against him, she held him—a hug. Tightly, wrapping about him, as if the pressure of it could further settle his rapid heartbeat, and if he allowed her, she would maneuver him to the soft ground, resting so that she rested her head upon his back, the rest of her curled closely to him—protectively.

“You will never be nameless,” she offered, her voice hushed under the starry sky.