Sunbeam Lair singulus

His face turned to the shadows once more, and understanding his need for the reprieve, the copper-masked she-wolf fell her eyes forward, allowing him that moment of privacy while he bared his soul.

Obviously, she hadn’t expected the tale to be woven so intricately—and the sadness it bore held a variety of notes that she could not pinpoint without knowing the man further. For now, she abandoned the mushrooms she had been looking at, determined to pick those up on the way back—something that would need a delicate touch.

“She sounds like a strong woman,” she offered, a paw lifting now to lightly skirt over a rather lush looking plant with broad leaves. Some of these she didn’t recognize, and she was hesitant to touch much of anything she was unfamiliar with. “And if these healers can help her… will she return here, with your children, to celebrate?”

Hushing her words, she looked to the man now, tracing the solid lines of a strained jaw. Chiselled. Stone, much like the caverns they wove. “Or is that the worst part of it all? To maybe never know, one way or another?”

She couldn’t speak to the thoughts of he and his wife—but there was an inkling that cutting the cord had been her way of giving a firm goodbye, regardless of the outcome.