i don't blame the bear

She'd been having the most lovely dream. She and Roan had built a new home together. Their hard work combined to make it more than just a den. Inside of this home they produced their first child. A small, dark blob of fur. She was happy. They both were. Roan hunted for them and kept them safe and she saw to whatever wounds he might acquire. She tended the garden and tended their child. It was a lovely fiction.

A hard thought pulled her from that dream. A strange, dark feeling. Eyes opened to reality and she knew in her core that today was the day. Roan wasn't in the cottage with her. He was likely out preparing. As she heard his call for her family, the dainty fae pulled her pack over her shoulder and moved out into the world beside him. He spoke her name softly and she leaned against him. She didn't say anything. She simply placed her head against his shoulder and sighed.