Qeya River Couldn't see through the tinted glass.

Paws of taw y and ash ahifted through the evergrowing grass. Teeth worked at soft fur for little ones.  There was a fierceness in her gaze. A sense of devolution. She had been ousted and she hadn't minded but she needed more reason. She didn't trust wren. Silver whom she loved. Ash wasn't certain what to think.

Love was often for the foolish she had always felt. Oh it was beautiful to hear about and if it worked out lovely. But the pain of one that didn't. Oh that was fraught.