Its a tradition

She tried to ensure she had time each day for the little ones, to spend time with them, and to let them know that they were loved. Today, she would be taking Tempo out to hunt salamanders by the rapids. It was almost a tradition that had started in this family, something she had taught to her own kids, and would now teach to Vail’s.

Her heart hurt every time she thought her sister's name, but she forced herself to think it regardless. She would not let her sister fall forgotten because remembering hurt. “Tempo?” she called softly, sticking her head into the den as she sought out the tiny pup.




"Talk"