Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

She sat beside Glintwater Lake, gaze directed at the water but eyes unfocused. She only blinked them clear when Njord appeared beside her, his muzzle touching against her cheek. His nose was cold to the touch, though she leaned into the contact.

Meerkat managed a fleeting smile when he spoke of the boys and their travels, though she didn’t say anything right away. Her eyes drifted to her husband’s face, lingering heavily there, wondering if he knew the son he shadowed didn’t feel any love for him.

She bit at her lip, gaze dropping to her feet before bouncing upward again as Meerkat finally found her voice and said, I’m so glad they went together. Even though I think we did our best to raise them to be self-sufficient, it still makes me feel a lot better, knowing Fish isn’t by himself. Quen too, of course.

Her mind turned to Mercy, of course it did. Hopefully their daughter wasn’t alone, either. Maybe she’d found some companionship out there on the road. Perhaps she’d even come across a pack and settled there. Meerkat could only hope what she always did: that, wherever she was, Mercy was happy, healthy and safe.