Ouroboros Spine From your head down to your toes, you’re not much, goodness knows.

Mothers were unrelenting when it came to the well-being of their children, and Towhee reacted in a way Meadow felt she likely would have as well—though it hurt that the Esquire had not thought to even reach out to her before starting a crazy jaunt across the wilds.

Meadow was no stranger to healing—and had even assisted Tamar with milk production and proper latch techniques. Had helped with the depression that could linger so darkly after.

Whether it was simple gut reaction that had sent them here on the mother’s will, or an idle ‘middle finger’ given to Meadow's abilities, she did not know—but she also did not feel comfortable leaving the woman in such a state, and had dutifully followed.

Now they stood on the borders of another pack—Meadow’s worrisome gaze drifting from Towhee and to the woman the man known as Rodyn had summoned—and quietly, she remained a shadow among them, allowing Towhee to explain, and trying not to feel entirely like the unwelcome fourth wheel.

Maybe, Sun Mote Copse’s excitement for the Ebonywood family had been only for Reyson and his children, rather than his home-wrecking wife.