no news is good news

He'd had so much practice being a father. Theory's eyes couldn't help but well up thinking about Samara's upcoming litter. They were going to have an amazing life, surrounded by so, so much love. It was more than enough to choke her up. "I should have tried harder for them. I could have reached out to Verse before she left the area... and Noir, he was always competitive, but I had no idea..." ...that he would try to kill Poem. Theory sighed heavily as Rhyme leaned against her. Oh, his warmth was so comforting. If she closed her eyes she could just pretend that she was small again, but there was no denying any longer that they were nearly eye-level in height - and, of course, she outranked him. Nonetheless, she couldn't imagine a world without his rhythmic breathing pressed closely against her. She slowed her breath until their breathing matched.

You are a good sister. She laid her head on her paws and let his words wash over her. If she was younger and snottier, she may have said "if you say so!" Instead, she tried to look inwards and ruminate on the last few months together with Poem and Motif. She was a good sister. At the very least, she tried to be. "Okay, dad. Can't be any harder than anything else I've done, right?" she laughed softly, closing her eyes slowly and letting the few tears that had been welling finally slip out. When she blinked again they were gone. "I love you - and I love them, my new siblings, even if I haven't met them yet."