Swiftcurrent Creek Holding me back, gravity's holding me back

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He remained a shadow outside the den of @Jakoul. Lingering, but never announcing himself. Not yet. It wasn’t that he did not wish to see them, but only that he remained uncertain where he stood in the dark mother’s eyes—their union one that held no clarity for what it had meant nor it’s purpose, spare for the three babes that nestled against their mother’s soft belly.

And so he would not impose.

When he moved away from the distinct smell of milk and baby, it was with a sense of silence falling over him—a pause given, when the air filled with pained panting. His eyes narrowed—his pace quickened—and he found her, then—withered, laying against a tree and tears wetting the creamy silk of her cheeks.

“Reverie?” His voice tested the silence—announcing his presence, as a concerned glance was given over her.