Here he was; the alpha of Abaven, and her brother. Just the sight of him brought tears to the Tagavor's eyes. They beat at her eyes, stinging like fire. She tried to speak, but her voice only came as a croaking noise. She drew her chest inwards, breath shuddering. "I don't feel like myself, Bass..." She wiggled her haunches, bringing her icon closer to her larger kin, mismatched gems dull with emotion. Her flank wanted to meet his. "How..." She shuddered again, voice choking her throat. "... can you always be so strong... so fearless... so powerful? Why is it so hard for me to keep myself together? I hardly feel worthy enough to be the Tagavor." So many questions burned in her heart, which kicked against her ribcage like a rabbit. She wanted to leave Abaven. She wasn't worthy to stay in Bass' ranks. She couldn't even keep herself together without falling apart the next moment she let go.
