My Dear Daughter

Her sire would wrap her up within his embrace, holding her close as he did what he could to cheer her up. His voice was a whisper as he began to talk about her so easily, teasing her with talk of what should have been. instead of growing cold towards the conversation Twig would bring herself to enjoy the moment. Trying to force herself to live it with her father, even though it would never be true. She would surround herself with the thought of all of Fern's suitors coming to their door, while her father would promptly shoo them off. He would chuckle lightly, and being so consumed by such thoughts Twig would feel a slight smile form on her features before he would continue. He would bring himself to confess to her an older brother, one who had died just as Fern did. He would transport them with his words yet again, bringing her to her mother's grief. She would feel him pull her closer, she couldn't imagine losing her son and her mate. She would feel the tear drip down into her fur, a silent reminder of the hurt he too had felt. His speech finishing with the hope that her pain would be eased by those that loved her. "I'm glad you're back dad, it's been so hard with out you and mom. I miss her so much." she would breathe as they lay there holding each other. Why must they be put through such hardships? She was just thankful that they were together again.?