To be entirely honest Emer did not expect any miracle happening any time soon the poor woman didn't seem to have much luck since she had left her family. Things would appear to be running smoothly for some time and then suddenly something would come in to ruin it all. Now the problem was rather clear and given the recent failures in life she didn't think things would improve.
Of course she would be mistaken, the scent of another would gradually reach her nose. A sinking feeling would hit her, thinking at first it was simply some stranger she was expecting the worst. Amidst the mingled scents of a pack and dampness there was an unmistakeably familiar scent, and yet Emer was still rather doubtful. Was she simply imagining it?
Golden eyes would lift and there was her darkened miniature, except she wasn't quite so miniature even more. Even from her position on the ground she could see that Cecily had grown a lot, she was at least Emer's height now, not the far smaller girl that had been lost during the pack challenge. Her breath would catch, hardly able to believe her eyes but she was there, calling her name and moving closer. "Cecily..." She would breathe. Was the world really being kind to her for a while?
