Moonspear doomed

Meerkat took Sialuk’s words as acceptance. She managed a quick smile and a dip of her head in acknowledgement before the conversation moved onto more pressing matters. She went rigid before letting out a shaky breath.

I think they somehow escaped with only minor wounds. I’m afraid of infections but I know they’re getting the best possible care. They’re comfortable and resting. There’s no reason to think they won’t make full recoveries.

There was the sense of a “but…” in there, even though Meerkat didn’t voice it. She paused, taking another steadying breath. Her pale face scrunched in thought, smoothing a bit when her eyes caught on Maggak. The newborn really was a sight for sore eyes, even if Meerkat could never forget her troubles.

Looking up at Sialuk’s face again, she said, It reminds me of when Fish and Quen were mauled by the bear. They were far more injured and were on bed rest for ages and ages. It hurts my stomach to even think of those days… what they led up to… losing my son…

Her voice shook and tears sprang to her eyes. Meerkat had moved on with her life despite Swordfish’s absence and the lack of closure, though the grief remained with her always. She felt it more deeply than she had in some time, her chest tight as she tried to breathe around the painful throb in her heart.