Qeya River varos

cameo! also kinda vague

wren watches her wife from the slope that led to their den, letting the sunbeams spread across her back and her shoulders. she had been quiet since akavir showed up, unusually so. nothing was ever simple, was it? she could not know peace, could not know stability in her own home, in the life she had been dreaming of for so, so long.
she wonders if silvertongue would be happier with him. she also wonders if she already knows the answer to that question.
but she does not want her children to see her cry. she smiles down at them as her tail thuds against the earth, hiding the glazed eyes behind a pale wrist.