Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

all! all! all!

Sometimes, she missed the sightless, soundless days of their youth. When the freakish litter had had to band together, struggling for each breath, yet pressed against each other lovingly. They were inseparable, if only by virtue of their infant handicaps.

Now, Euron was always sneaking about somewhere, and Ram was away doing something, and Maegi was engaged in talking to someone--they rarely spent time together, anymore. And she knew it was the cost of growing up, but still. . .she longed for simpler times.

And so, in order to grab hold of those simpler times once more, she traveled to the glen for the first time in a while. Perhaps one or more of her siblings would be there already, as if summoned by her wistful thoughts.

As it turned out, someone was there--but not Euron or Ramsay, but her uncle Cicero instead.

She gave him a friendly smile, though slightly disappointed that it wasn't one of her brothers, and padded awkwardly over to him, wondering what he had to share with her--for clearly, he had come to the glen for the same reason as she had: to speak to one or all of Blackfeather's newest litter.