Deepwood Weald father

Angel hadn't been following the boy, exactly, but when she kept crossing his scent on her way toward the coast, her paws did the work almost without her permission. Soon enough, they were in the deep wood where some of her adopted Morningside cousins had once roosted. She'd not been here until after they abandoned it to join Moontide, but she knew the story.

Her surname was Morningbreeze, but she knew that this was only because her father had loved and been loved by Easy Morningside, who had adopted him and her in turn, when she was born. She'd visited her adopted grandmother at Round Valley, where so many of her other adopted relatives ran amok. It'd been nice to be surrounded by "family" — but there'd always been a part of Angel that'd known. That just couldn't seem to shake the sense of a divide, an insurmountable lack.

There was less family, here. Her father was gone. Half her sisters, too. It was just her and Raindrop and Rosie, but at least they were hers, undeniably, and that had to be enough.

Angel padded up beside the boy, feeling outside of herself, for a moment. It was her and Raindrop and Rosie, and now it was Ludo, too. And Valiant. And all of Moonglow, she supposed; they, too, were becoming hers. She wondered if, if she'd stayed long enough, Round Valley would have become hers, too.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, planting her butt in the dirt. Clearly, she meant to stick around.