The Hardest Conversations

The former slave was sleeping deeply for the moment. Small bodies were tucked in with her and she was positioned in a way her head could rest on her paws but her hips were twisted so that the children could eat if they needed too. Her sleep was fitful. Nightmares hadnt plagued her as often since joining Abaven and settling in, but still it was hard to forget everything. She was a slave in her dreams. Apostle was a demon, as was the voices of ruina. She could hear but not always see.

It was Rhyme who woke her. Her scruff bristled and her head snapped up. Her ears were flattened. Her breath was coming in pants. Her dreams bleed into reality for the moment. It took a few moments and her scruff settled and her ears perked. Her nose caught the scent of Rhyme. It was a relief to not be another. She slowed her breaths after a moment. A turn of her head and a sniff told her all three pups were still there.

Her attention was on him then. "Sorry, bad dreams...." her ears turned back as she apologized. She then turned her head towards where his scent was strongest. What he said finally caught up with her. "What's on your mind?"