Hoshor Plains on the forefinger of an alderman

So he does know. A thrill goes through her at the prospect of her family reunited, so far from the dark forest in which they'd originated. Not only that, but the chance to reconcile her frequent absences with her son and her grandson. How many more are here? Who else will show their face?

I will meet you there, Megara says, nodding as she follows his gaze. There is one more thing I must do before I go.

She touches her muzzle to his shoulder, allowing herself this one caress, this single show of affection. It is not the boundless love of a mother and her children—but it is deeper than mere acquaintance or friendship. Bonded by blood, forever.

Want to fade this out?