if ever you see the buffalo run (war + si)
Jul 29, 2019 18:21:02 GMT -6
Post by gingerluna on Jul 29, 2019 18:21:02 GMT -6
where ever you go, I'll be there beside you
After everything that'd happened, Myra was so grateful everyone was alive. Honey and Pitch had their injuries, but Angel was dead and the knowledge was a comfort, cruel as the notion was. The presence of Belle's murderer in their camp, however, presented its own wasp's nest of worries. Myra understood why Sea was still alive. It was the principle of the thing. Killing an enemy who's surrendered just...isn't the right thing to do. Myra and Minnow had kept Baxter from her, fearing if she saw the tom, she'd share everything in the worst way possible. She and Minnow had been discussing the matter, and they'd finally decided to get out of camp, for a while. It was impossible to keep Sea and Baxter in the same camp without causing their son distress. That was the fact of the matter. And they'd had quite an ordeal. They both figured some time alone with his mothers would be good for Baxter. The right time to give him some answers.
Myra had spent quite a while mulling over their destination, when she remembered her favorite trip she'd taken. Her first journey with Minnow at her side, to see the buffalo herds. Once it had been suggested, it'd become a certainty. They'd said their goodbyes, spoken to Honey about how much of the truth they ought to share with their son, and assured everyone they'd be back in a moon or so. Myra hated leaving the mess of holding Sea prisoner for Elektra and Lady to cope with alone, but she was spent. Her family was spent. And she had barely slept, knowing that her almost-daughter's murderer was just a few tail-lengths from her nest.
She finally was able to relax as they stepped out of the territory. The air seemed to taste sweeter. The sun shone brighter. The world was ahead of her, and they could put lengths of sky between them and their worries. Talk to Baxter in their own time, without anyone listening. She trotted at a quick pace, knowing soon, her paws would ache, but enjoying her energy while she could. Myra looked back at her son, adoration in her eyes. "I hope you're excited, darling. The buffalo are quite a sight."
After everything that'd happened, Myra was so grateful everyone was alive. Honey and Pitch had their injuries, but Angel was dead and the knowledge was a comfort, cruel as the notion was. The presence of Belle's murderer in their camp, however, presented its own wasp's nest of worries. Myra understood why Sea was still alive. It was the principle of the thing. Killing an enemy who's surrendered just...isn't the right thing to do. Myra and Minnow had kept Baxter from her, fearing if she saw the tom, she'd share everything in the worst way possible. She and Minnow had been discussing the matter, and they'd finally decided to get out of camp, for a while. It was impossible to keep Sea and Baxter in the same camp without causing their son distress. That was the fact of the matter. And they'd had quite an ordeal. They both figured some time alone with his mothers would be good for Baxter. The right time to give him some answers.
Myra had spent quite a while mulling over their destination, when she remembered her favorite trip she'd taken. Her first journey with Minnow at her side, to see the buffalo herds. Once it had been suggested, it'd become a certainty. They'd said their goodbyes, spoken to Honey about how much of the truth they ought to share with their son, and assured everyone they'd be back in a moon or so. Myra hated leaving the mess of holding Sea prisoner for Elektra and Lady to cope with alone, but she was spent. Her family was spent. And she had barely slept, knowing that her almost-daughter's murderer was just a few tail-lengths from her nest.
She finally was able to relax as they stepped out of the territory. The air seemed to taste sweeter. The sun shone brighter. The world was ahead of her, and they could put lengths of sky between them and their worries. Talk to Baxter in their own time, without anyone listening. She trotted at a quick pace, knowing soon, her paws would ache, but enjoying her energy while she could. Myra looked back at her son, adoration in her eyes. "I hope you're excited, darling. The buffalo are quite a sight."
