Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

The four newest villagers were currently parked at the rendezvous site. Towhee thought she might look for a den (ulaq, she reminded herself) at some point just because she enjoyed a home base. In the meantime, the kiddos were just the right age to begin spending time at a rendezvous site.

She sat beneath a tall evergreen of some sort, her butt carpeted by needles and her scarred back resting lightly against a rough (and slightly sticky) trunk. Phox had just taken Sable and Towhee Jr to the far side of the clearing, closest to the peak, so she was sort of just sitting there, missing Jack.

Towhee stared down at her feet. She didn’t regret coming here but it had of course been a fraught decision. Sighing through her nose, she glanced upward right as Figment appeared in front of her.

Fig, she said, features lighting up as she heaved onto her feet.

She went in for the hug, her face crumpling as it grazed her son’s shoulder. Towhee tightened her grip and pushed her face into his neck, overwhelmed with emotion and hanging onto her eldest son for dear life.