Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Moss burned with shame to learn she had jumped to conclusions, though she remained silent in response. Maybe she shouldn’t worry so much in the future. She sauntered forward, and felt the tension slip from her shoulders like a silk scarf when she saw the small, pale pup in the den. 

The sight of the infant calmed her, provoking a gentleness that did not often frequent her spirit. She’d never known what it felt like to be a mother, but the instinct began to bloom within her nonetheless. 

”Babe,” She murmured softly, as she neared and settled upon the ground; her gaze did not stray from the child. She felt she could look ar Blossom for hours, forsake her duties at the pack’s borders so she might simply get to tend to the small, sweet creature.