the quiet things that no one ever knows

They were all resting. Blessedly, quietly resting. With six of them-- six of them, it felt like there was always something. Always someone who needed a cuddle, always someone who needed to be held or loved on. Halo was positively glowing with it, actually. She'd always loved puppies, and now to have her own? Well, that was the greatest gift. It was hard for her not to just stare at them while they settled for their afternoon nap, watch them where they rested. Their perfect little paws, little ears, little noses-- so perfect. They were so perfect.

But the den was a disaster, and Halo wasn't going to waste this moment of quiet. Moving as quietly as she could, the healer set about her business. Stacking all of the dishes that needed to be washed into a bucket, tucking all of the kids' toys away in their baskets. Piling some of the more questionably grimy skins to be brought down to the Cove and scrubbed out, something she'd do on another day, when she needed the break. Even in all of the household chores, Halo finds joy. She is home. She is safe. She's made it.

"Halo" & "Mortis"