Moonspear now make room

Her lips pursed and pulled downward at his, “No.” Before she could think of how to respond, Quennell begged for her help leaving the den. Meerkat blinked, then shuffled back inside without hesitation.

Of course, she said quietly, positioning herself so he could lean on her.

She was very pregnant and very tired, though she would do whatever she could for Quennell. He wasn’t Meerkat’s son—and having him here made her miss Swordfish all the more poignantly—though she loved him much like an auntie or older sister might.

We can move forward whenever you’re ready.