Moonspear twelve carat toothache

Calling her son’s name only to be met with silence day after day could’ve dampened her spirits. But something about the ritual gave Meerkat hope. Swordfish was loved and missed and there was something empowering about making sure the whole world knew it. Maybe everyone living out there would get tired of her cries and hand over her son out of sheer annoyance, she mused as she walked to the nearest stream to fetch a drink.

@Keen