Ancient, mist-shrouded timbers faded into view. Veil Sixclaw squared his shoulders. The fatal wound faded to a dull ache as he neared Dark Forest's gates.
"No one to meet me- what does that mean?" The young ferret's voice fell flat. He shivered and took a step back.
A small figure separated itself from the mist. In a moment Veil saw it was a female ferret. She halted a few paces from him and spoke one word: "Son?"
If a tear fell from Veil's eye, nobeast living was there to see.
His mother’s name was Bluefen. She’d been little more than an unpaid servant, never receiving love from her mate.
It stung Veil that none had been there to mourn her death.
“That’s of no weight now. I am here, as are you.” Bluefen gathered her son into a hug. It was as real, warm and comforting as his father had been cold and distant.
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