The Hardest Conversations

Rhyme shook the snow from his fur and the chill from his bones. He’d kept vigil over Darilnor’s grave the whole night, though he’d fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. Now that he’d slept on the events of the previous day he was ready to face Tana. His white paws carried him to the maple tree and he stopped at the entrance of the den. He heaved a heavy sigh before slipping inside.

The dimly lit den revealed his three children and their mother. Noir was by far the largest of them, his dark frame and blue stripes marked him as he tumbled over his smaller sisters. Verse was the smallest, the runt of the litter. He guessed she wouldn’t be much bigger than Tana herself. Theory would likely grow to the same size as Poem and Motif. They were all growing strong and he knew they wouldn’t be kept within the confines of the den for much longer.

His blue and lavender gaze found its way to Tana’s features and he withheld another sigh. "Tana, we need to talk." He wondered if she knew how close she had come to dooming their two daughters when she had foolishly attempted to leave in the snow storm. He felt a protective wave wash over him, he had to make the puppies his priority.