Blacktail Deer Plateau i can't escape the way i love you

Today, she looked for @Mou.

Blueberry was old enough to be by herself for short periods of time—and if Maegi really wanted to examine the darker parts of herself, she figured the girl would slip away with or without their supervision. It was inevitable, right? So why bother?

Maybe it would be best if Phox took all the children. Maybe the Redhawks were better off raising young.

Maybe. . .

Yes, it had to be. But she couldn't go it alone.

Whatever dark abyss was to swallow her up, she would obey only if her husband was at her side. For his sake, and for the children's, she would continue.

But Sakhmet's scent was fading. Peregrine was angry, Vesper withdrawn, Blueberry. . . And the rest, dead.

So it was only him. And maybe he felt the same.

Maybe. . .

She strolled across the plateau at her customary slow hobble, the call for her mate slowly dissipating, echoing off the tree-bereft field.