Sheepeater Cliff but don't you come here and say i didn't warn you

zulema's senses wound tightly together with sudden presence of her mother's voice. her cries cut into a short fit of coughs and sniffling as she picked her head up with haste. her perked ears lowered once her eyes settled on lovely golden fur.

it was small detail she would have overlooked in earlier days, but now she appreciated the color. the warm tones that her family shared.

❝mom?❞ she stepped towards tamar in hesitant steps, her breath dramatic.

would she be scolded? embraced? either was fine by the girl, she would like for her mother to be a mother once more. her tears ran dry, but her lip quivered as she buried the sobs her in throat.