Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

It was a simple wish. And she could help grant it. Meerkat brushed the tears from his face, wondering when he’d like to do it. What if they did it now, beneath the peaceful and silent stars? What did a cairn entail, she wondered?

He kissed her cheek and she turned into it, then pressed the tip of her snout to his jaw. For a moment, she let her head drop to nest in the crook of his shoulder and just held onto him. She thought about the day Swordfish had come home with gashes, how she’d wished with all her might that she could draw his pain into herself. She would do that now too, if she could.

We could work on it now, she suggested after a while, humming the words against his throat before raising her head to add, We could find a good place for it, gather what we need, build the cairn and then watch the sun rise.