i'm Comin' Home

Twig nuzzled into Beat’s fur, the relief obvious as she relaxed against him. Worry had eaten her through, she hadn’t been eating as well and her sleep was interrupted. She was skinnier and the bags under her eyes obvious. With the knowledge of the raid weighing on her as much as the boy’s disappearance. Too much training and looking was taking its toll. Twig relaxed now, she had Beat and that was one victory she could cling to literally and hopefully.

”I’m going to take care of you now, okay?” She smiled and nodded into his fur, proud of the near yearling and how he had pushed through so strongly. Twig sighed contentedly, but stiffened slightly as he asked about his brothers. Beat pulled away to look into her eyes while her ears fell to her skull. ”I don’t know.” She admitted and lowered her eyes. ”Pitch has been gone longer than you, and I haven’t seen Tempo in a few days.” She felt the guilt grip tightly around her heart as shame fell over her caramel features.