Hideaway Strath weaver

softly, nala curled up near the mouth of the den. mindful of the children slumbering and the space nyra needed too.

the scarred warrior somehow looked softer in the moonlight. the pales of her fur highlighted and the scars softened for it. undeniably the slumbering children by her side helped too.

once more she thought of tavina.

what would she look like in the moonlight? would she look the same as she had at the creek?

you have found a beautiful place to call home, she complimented sheepishly. eager to distract herself from her own thoughts of both women.