Whitefish River Good thing

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Ryn followed her friend to her mirror-image mother.
She sat proudly in her den, looking down at her messy daughter and the stranger. 
"Play," Ryn nodded slowly in confirmation.

Though what surprised her was Ira moving over making a space for her with the matching inviting eyes.
Her green eyes cast about for Moonshadow or Shiloh, but it was apparent neither here.
The patchwork girl took up the offer of a space and allowed Ira to preen over her like she'd done to Wynter.
It felt strange though. This wasn't her family. Soon, though, Ravaryn held out hope for Mama to fetch her soon.