first frost

The cry of Indigo had Iolaire on her feet instantly, heart thudding in her chest. What happened now? It was always something with these kids. Jumping off of a cliff, fighting one another, porcupine quills in the nose... Exiting the cottage where she had been working on her braiding, Iolaire looked down upon the sullen looking form of her nephew. "What's wrong, Indy? Are you okay? Where are you hurt?" She instantly began to look him over for injuries and wounds of some sort. What else could make him cry so? Though she gave him a quick visual inspection, she didn't see any wounds, which was a relief.

With one paw, she scooped the purple boy in against her chest and held him close. "Indigo... what's wrong, love?" Placing her cheek atop his head between his ears, she waited for an explanation. As she waited, she mused over just how big he and his male siblings were. Already he was almost her size. He was going to be huge just like his father.