Song's petite form would lay by her two young children, Dutiron and Descant. Dual toned eyes would took to their almost still bodies, breath would come slow to their young lungs. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to leave them because she didn't know if this moment could be their last intake of air. She had cried, when they were asleep, Cherokee wasn't there to help her get through. This time she would believe he was gone for good. She was even doubting his last excuse.
Dark thoughts would be interrupted by a call she'd heard before, one that asked for her help. What might she be there for now? Hope would try and arise in her chest, could she be returning her favor. Could Vi have found the cure? She would shake the thought from her mind as she stood, the call obviously for her. She would kiss both of her sons, and turn to where the woman had sounded from.
Her elegant limbs would bring her stained pelt to the Queen's side. "It's good to see you Vi, I've heard all of teh packs have been suffering from this disease. How have you fared?"" She was curious to the package the brilliant red woman held, another surge of hope would run through her. Curiosity would become apparent in her golden and sea colored eyes, as her features would tip to the side.
