Lost Creek Hollow piano black

Ash Paw didn't reach out, not yet. Though she did adjust her seat and her paw width, so her daughter could curl into her if she wished. How she wished to take this pain away for her, but sometimea realities were hard.

Ash Paw felt a tightening in her chest, and her throat. She swallowed, but spoke.

I didn't birth you, but you are mine. I am your mother. Blood doesn't bind. You can have family in those that care and those that love.

Now Ash Paw reached a paw out, to curl around the pups own. If she would allow her. To hold her as she had when she was scared and hurt as a much younger little one.