Hushed Willows sichripa

dinah's anger and frustration was almost tactile to her hypersensitive mother. john was necessary to their survival in the bypass; he had hunted for her daughters while she was away and protected them even now. his heart was good, but it belonged to god in a way that dinah no longer did.
wrapping a paw around the tense young shoulders, heda smiled down at her child with encouragement before looking back toward reverie. a family, then, and as bittersweet as it was, the redhawk widow was also relieved. "thank you. we'll hunt for your caches while we're here," she decided, determined to leave no debts behind them.