DEAREST DEAR

She was barely moving from her den anymore, using her leg as little as possible to allow it to heal before she would start the rigourus physical therapy her sister had told her to do. But for now she was in Orchid's paws. And for the time being she needed to get all her eggs in one basket. Today she had awoken with the sudden urge for company that was not her wife's. So slowly she would drag herself to the mouth of her den and tip her skull back for Scorpion. She had to admit she hadn't spoken to him much since learning of his obsession with Othello. She hated sharing so she had avoided him like the plague but now she needed him. So she would lay there languidly, hips flipped to her right so she could lean easily on her good leg and wait while her left leg held no weight.

Table by Azil