Swiftcurrent Creek a year from now we'll all be gone

Rue's muzzle was still pressed against Myrren's shoulder, so she didn't see the woman's gathering tears. Her friend's quiet words elicited a long sigh from Rue, and she pulled Myrren closer, nuzzling her cheek through Myrren's ruff. "You're going to be okay," Rue assured her, not for the first time. "Kavik will care for you, and the pack will help you care for his children. And if you need me... I will not be far." A note of resolution edged into the Rue's tone. She was not a just fairweather friend, Myrren would see that.