Mozart with no piano

Giving birth to a slew of big boys and one little girl had taken a lot out of Bowen. She'd lost a lot of blood and had been bedridden for quite a while. Now she was tasked with regaining her strength and the muscle that she'd lost. That was how she found herself out in the cathedral. The best way to get herself back to pre-pup shape was long distance running. Bowen was a fast little thing and, prior to her pregnancy, she could run all day.

Deciding that it was time for a little break and a drink, the caramel and cream fae slowed to a stop. With maw parted and tongue out in a pant, Bowen turned her face up towards a sunspot in the thick foliage. It was then, in the silence, that she heard the far off sound of sobbing. Instant concern struck the woman and she took a quick drink from a nearby stream before moving through the shadowy grove to find the owner of the sobbing.

Caramel ears shifted this way and that, leading Bowen closer, the sound of cries growing louder. Rounding a thick maple, verdant eyes landed upon the form of an earthen fae, her face contorted in anguish. Sobs wracked her body as she leaned against the tree for strength.

Perhaps it was the mothering hormones still raging rampant within her, but Bowen couldn't leave the young woman like that. The kind little fae moved forward, making soft, soothing hushing sounds before drawing the stranger into a gentle, caring embrace. "You're okay," Bowen promised in her sweet, whisperish tones. Whether or not the fae wanted such comfort didn't cross Bo's mind. Instead, she simply wanted to soothe and make everything better for the young wolf.

"Bowen"