Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"Yes and no - it depended on the situation," Osprey explained with a sly grin. March Owl hadn't been your everyday mother (if you took someone like Blue willow as a comparison - the two of them stood lightyears apart), but that didn't make her love her any less. She had had her moments of love and affection that only very close people got to see. Behind the rough shell there was a heart of gold. Of that she was sure. "She was a rule breaker herself, after all," she couldn't recall, what had been the worst kind of trouble she had got in.

"You know what," she told Dante, getting to her feet. "Let's go and do something - or we will get mossy and mouldy just sitting here," she leaned over to give a gentle bump at her companion's neck and looked at him, wagging her tail expectantly.