the curse

Worry permeated her entire being. Guilt filled her to the brim and overflowed. Her nephews were missing. Beat and Pitch were both gone, and it was all her fault. She was checking over the territory for what seemed like the tenth time in the last day as she hoped to have overlooked a hiding place. As time went on and she made her way back to the den where she started hopelessness took over. They weren’t here.

She fell back onto her rump, defeated. Tears springing to her eyes as she descended into despair. If only she had kept a better eye out for them, or tried to convince them harder that they were not cursed, that nothing was their fault. Twig cried softly to herself as her mind raced through what should or could have been done differently. Her reddened eyes wouldn’t leave the sad den that she had left Beat to occupy. His scent was stale and she had failed.