A Wolf In A Stoat's Body

Meadow loving strokes her daughter’s cheek, the moment so surreal and perfect that the little stoat-wolf does not register Fern’s partner waking up. A soft, rumbling voice pulls her attention from the gray face that she misses with every fiber of her ghostly body. Normally, Puff’s eyes are a soft brown color but, as Meadow turns the stoat’s head to look at the motley gray man, the eyes that look at him are the same emerald green that she had in life and they even give off a soft glow.

Roaming over the horned male’s face, she swallows, uncertain how exactly to broach the subject that she is Fern’s mother and she looks back to her daughter. A gentle, loving smile appears on her lips as she gently reaches out a paw to touch her cheek one more time before she leaves her side to move closer to the gray man’s head. Whispering softly so as not to disturb any others that are sleeping, the stoat speaks.

However, it is not Puff’s voice that comes from the small mouth but Meadow’s gentle tones that roll out as she says, “My name is Meadow. I am…” voice falters as she glances back to her daughter before continuing, “I was Fern’s mother. I did not mean to wake you, Rudyard.” Yes, she has been stalking around the castle since the veil dropped, keeping out of sight of the occupants but learning about those closest to her daughter.


"Meadow Lark"