It’s Over When It’s Over

“It was around here…” Philomena muttered to herself, having returned to the lands of her birth once more. The female moved with purpose, her ears flicked back as she sniffed around. No Face was sitting in a nearby tree, watching the girl as she shuffled about. “Mama and Papa made their den near here… I was sure of it.” The female sighed heavily, glancing around at the forgotten mounds of earth. Everything had been abandoned… and it made her sad. But she knew, even when she formed the Deliverance, she couldn't stay here for prolonged periods of time. She just wanted to feel closer to her father for a little bit.. And she felt that finding their den could accomplish that.

It took awhile, but eventually Philomena found the den again, slipping inside. It was overgrown with grass outside, blending in pretty well with the rest of the world. Upon entering she found herself overcome with emotion, tears pricking her eyes. She lowered her rump to the ground, tail curling around her paws. “P-papa…” Philomena lowered herself to the earth, moving her paws over her face.

This wasn’t over yet…

...and maybe it wouldn’t ever be...