the potential of you and me

The amount of relief she felt at Beat coming back to Abaven wasn’t quite enough to fully take her worries from the other two boys. As always Twig had something to worry or think about, but one thought that didn’t weigh her down was Corvus. Instead of encouraging anxiety all she needed to do was summon his hesitant smile in her mind’s eye and she could mirror the expression. Twig wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about the practice but she hadn’t stopped yet. After he found her at the entrance of her nephew’s den in tears he hadn’t quite left her mind.

The sweet nap he’d led her to remained cemented in her head and her heart fluttered when she replayed the memory over and over. She hid her girlish smile as dainty paws carried her over the border of Abaven, every time she took a patrol she was on the lookout for signs pointing to her nephews. She sighed heavily as she continued onward, thoughts of the future never far. She didn’t know what would happen with the coming raid, or how the winter would progress.

She needed to do more hunting before the cold settled completely, she needed to find her nephews, she needed to do more training. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed and she couldn’t imagine what Theory was going through. All she could do was offer herself as support. Twig sighed again as she slowed to a halt on the beach, her lilac gaze settled over the island beyond.