Lost Creek Hollow agua oro

silvertongue did not know, but she sensed. something was amiss with @Doedapple. in time she drifted toward the healer's domain, the planted things; she looked around lightly, a pale squirrel held in her mouth. in times of sadness, one often did not eat, but this the sharpfang must not allow if she could help it.

She had not eaten. She had not slept.

The sun chased the tail of the moon and she found herself absolutely devastated to think she would never teach this to a child.

She lay against the cool earth of her den, and tried not to weep.

A gentle note of scent from the outside. Silvertongue, she guessed. Her heart wasn’t in it, really, but she turned her head to the den mouth and waited to see the silver spun woman appear in her line of sight.

silvertongue could put away the title of mother but she could not put away that maternal intuition of specific pain. she set down her meal and nudged it toward doedapple, settling nearby. no words exchanged, but she slid her paw gently toward the woman, offering a touch.

Doedapple would raise her head as the food settled nearby, her eyes lifting listlessly from the offered meal to the woman who settled nearby. The healer assembled herself into an upright position, raising her head and rolling her body to one side.

There was silence. She stared at the squirrel, her stomach cramping but everything she knew saying she needed to eat at least something. Her eyes burned with the tears she had shed, and yet she knew there would be more.

The paw slid into her periphery. Doedapple turned her gaze to it, before looking up at Silvertongue. Quietly, trying to stifle the tears that so desperately wanted to well in her already aching eyes, she reached out to cover Silvertongue’s paw with her own.

she held the woman's paw and sighed into the summertime air. "take as much time as you need, doe," silvertongue murmured. she did not understand, but she did comprehend the pain, the excruciating pain. she only sensed still, she did not know; she slid down to her belly and laid close to the edge of the den, inviting a silent communion.