Stitching

She was weak of body, but not of mind. Éponine would sit with her two brothers, Razor and Rivaxorus, with her tail curled around her body. Her mind was at work, wondering why it was their father had turned to the femme, Marina, to take over the pack. Did he not trust his own children? Was it something more? The femme wasn’t too sure, but she was determined to find out. She would curl close to Razor, breathing in a bit shakily. She was getting a bit stronger, but still her body fought her to keep from getting completely well just yet.

So much had changed.

Ép could still feel the loss of their mother weighing heavily upon them all. While she had not been the closest to Arian, she still sourly missed her. The one thing she could never get back, no matter how much she cried and stomped around. ‘Ponine would lift her gaze to Razor, to Riv, and give a soft whine.

“I want mom.” She stated.

Despite the fact she couldn’t get her, it didn’t mean the girl wouldn’t try asking for her all the same.