Sun Mote Copse I don't wanna see the wires in the circus anymore

Kiwi called out for her to, "Wait." Wildfire immediately rooted herself to the spot, restraining herself as she watched her daughter climb to her feet. She looked as wrecked as Wildfire felt. She waited until the Honoree moved toward her, then immediately dropped onto her haunches and opened her arms, drawing Kiwi against her in the tightest hug she could manage and rocking her slowly as she sobbed.

Wildfire had already gotten quite a bit of anguish out of her system, so she didn't make any sounds herself, though the tears dropped hard and fast as she clung to Kiwi. She had held Bat like this, not so long ago, upon being reunited. Her eyes shut slowly and she buried her smudged snout into the nape of Kiwi's neck as she reflected on those few brief encounters since finding Bat with the Redhawks.

Just the other day, Bat had come to visit her. They'd spent several hours together, roaming the copse's borders. Reliving that memory now wounded Wildfire indescribably. But she would hold onto that memory tightly. It was the last time she'd seen her little girl. She remembered feeling hopeful, even a little giddy, because finally their relationship seemed to be on an upswing. Wildfire would be forever grateful they'd ended on that note.

Turning her attention outward again, Wildfire wished she knew something to say to Kiwi that wouldn't sound clichéd. Where she failed to come up with words, she hoped the circle of her arms would give her daughter some measure of solace.