Emberwood one in a million

Of course Reverie was not far behind the firstborn of her second litter. While Petal played quietly with Blossom, the Dancing Queen shadowed Dahlia closely, watching her battle between worry and envy. Her lack of appetite had not gone unnoticed.

Honestly, Reverie hadn't expected the gravity of the situation to truly weigh on either of her youngest daughters. Blossom hadn't worried about these things so young. Yet it seemed there was some of Boone in each of the trio, something different passed down to each of them. It was his protective instinct she saw in Dahlia now. She wasn't at all sure what to do with it.

She was quiet as she approached from behind, easily closing the distance and matching her daughter's stride. It'll be alright, you know, Reverie said softly, watching her daughter carefully for a startle response or any changes in her pace. Foxglove will be home before you know it. And the sisters would be back to bickering within the hour, Reverie knew.