Nowhere To Turn

She hadn’t told anyone but Corvus what she’d experienced. What they had experienced. The wound was fresh in her mind every day, and she knew that time would not be so easy on her. The reminder of what could have been weighed heavily on her shoulders, but she’d experienced tragedy before. Sadness was a part of her now, and if there wasn’t some kind of grief at the back of her mind then was she even really alive?

Twig was trying to go on with her usual responsibilities, the familiarity and routine helped to keep her grounded. Her thoughts weren’t always drifting to the painful blow that she and Corvus had been dealt. With Corvus, and her nephews, she knew life would go on. She was surrounded by love, and because of that she managed not to blame herself. Twig would hold out hope that she and Corvus would be allowed another chance to raise a family.

The thoughts touched her mind as she heard Beat’s call. She had no clue what he could be calling for her and Theory both but she rushed forward all the same. When she reached him Twig froze as her bright purple gaze fell on the barely weaned boy Beat was carrying. She ignored the clenching of her heart and willed the tears not to well in her bright eyes as she forced her paws forward.

”Beat?” She questioned softly, adoration in her expression as she tentatively shuffled forward in the snow.