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These two are going to be great parents. <3

Their words of reassurance fell on deaf ears, though perhaps later, after she had calmed down and gotten over herself, she would remember. Certainly, when she grew up and looked back on this moment, she would recall how Lasher and Blue Willow had been there for her, very much her de facto parents in her greatest moment of grief.

Right now, she could only hear her own wretched sobs, the thunder of her own pulse in her ears, her ragged breathing and, of course, the sound of her own heart breaking. Not to mention the world's tiniest violin. Eventually, the sound of her paws scraping the earth joined the cacophony as she peeled herself off the forest floor and slumped away in the direction of the Healer's den, still lamenting with every step.

At first, she had every intention of actually going there too. However, when the youth arrived, she bypassed the medic's den and disappeared toward the less-populated rear of the territory, seeking a place where she could wallow and feel miserable and sorry for herself in solitude.