Swiftcurrent Creek Can't forget your style or your cynicism

Akavir was being kind, but Reverie only had eyes for her daughter for several long moments. Foxglove stirred only a little when she was moved. Reverie reached out to pull her softly into her arms, tears falling in earnest now. All she could think was that her baby could have been lost forever.

I'm sorry. She kept the words locked away tightly behind her lips, but they lurked underneath every kiss she pressed to her sleepy daughter's forehead. Foxglove, a heavy sleeper after her late father's habits, only grumbled and rolled over, flinging out a small paw to ward off the affection.

Reverie tucked her closer with a faint smile that faded quickly as she finally remembered Akavir's presence. I'll get her some medicine when we get back, She murmured, stealing another glance down at her sleeping daughter. Her eyes found the Swiftcurrent Creek alpha again after a moment. I - I don't know what I would have done if...

She couldn't finish the sentence. The loss of a child was too great a pain to consider, let alone put into words. I left her with my brother for a little while, and I got back and she was just - she's always wandering off, Reverie let out a breath, ears falling. She should have been there.