Cecily found herself in the Singing caverns along with the rest of Abaven, It had been a mad dash arriving here and the timid nature she displayed these days had found the excitement of it all exhausting. She curled up near the exit of the cave where she could see and hear the drumming of the never ending rains. She wasn't sure she liked the crowded cave that now housed all of Abaven, with the scent of wet fur and the constant murmurings that came when a group was together. She tried to find some peace and rose, drifting outwards slightly pressed towards the stonEs just outside the cave to avoid the weather that stirred the air around her.
It would be here that she would once more catch the scent of wet fur, rich and familiar despite the heavy wetness that clung to it. Her head would lift in surprise, uncertainty in her eyes as she searched for the familiar form that should accompany that smell. She could see nothing further out, the rains where too heavy to see through, but ass she angled her head toward the wall that roamed around the outside of the cavern... there, she would see her. She was astounded and old feelings stirred in her belly as she blinked once, twice, then tore off in the direction, not caring for the rain about her, nor the cold, nor nothing in the world but that one form. ?Mumma! Mumma!? she cried, not caring that she was as big as Emer these days, not caring she wasn't a little pup that could curl her way through Emers paws, she would stop just shy of her mothers form, pairing at her as through expecting an illusion.
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