Sunset Valley The Silent Sisters

a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, a delicate whine as morwenna tends to her with the practiced hand of a mother. it burns, it aches, but she knows it is for the better. she remains still beneath the touch, weary eyes following caan with a steady warmth. he is alive. wounded, but his leg will mend with time. he will never know the cruelty of his father.

she looks up through half-lidded eyes, tail thudding once against the earth behind her. the word 'mother' nearly leaves her lips again, jaws moving to form the word, but a sigh leaves her instead. pained, relieved, safe in maternal embrace.

"my father," she manages finally, her breath a gasp. "what of him?"