Firefly Glen Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

good name for a good boy.

her heart nearly lurched from her chest as she choked back a sob.

it had been a good name! and it was all she had of him now, her beautiful boy. no body to bury, no grave to visit.

she dug her paws deeper beneath the soil she stood upon.

her ears swiveled to the question, and then again to the offer. alone. she was not alone, she had her daughters, her beloved girls. so why then did the world feel so empty?

how would she tell them? did she speak certain death upon her son and guide them through grief, or did she give them hope where there may be none? what would they think of her?

would they still love her?

tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

"ok."

she would bring them. nephele might have felt as if she had to battle the world alone, but she would not drag her daughters through the same torment.