Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

that would be perfect!

alongside her was warmth, was safety. those things had a name — morwenna.

she did not hide the comfort that she took here. how easy it was to try and nestle in as close as she might be allowed. clutching the bone between her front paws like it was a bedtime plush. something to hold close to her while she slept.

speaking of, it did not take long at all for her breathing to slow and her eyes to close. something new was stirring within her dreams. something new was breaking into her heart or perhaps her soul.