Firefly Glen Return service requested.

She sighed at Fen’s condolences, nipping at the fur of her cheek to let her know she appreciated them. Towhee knew both of her eldest daughters had been through something similar and could definitely empathize. She hated that for them, though every little bit of camaraderie from her support system made her feel a tiny bit less bereft.

They’re young enough, they might not remember him very well if he doesn’t come back, Towhee found herself agreeing, a lump in her throat choking the words a little. But we have your dad. He was already a parental figure anyway but he’s really stepped up since. Jackie too.

An errant thought struck her: did Fennec know about Leona? Towhee wasn’t going to ask. She really didn’t want to dwell on the fact that she’d recently lost half her natal family. She’d escaped the vale to get away from this particular flavor of emptiness and strife.

If you’d like to meet them, I’m headed back that way soon. But if you just wanna hang out and talk for a while, I wouldn’t mind that. I don’t really want to talk about Maxim but anything else is fair game. Maybe you can tell me what Moonspear the remix is like.