Dead Empress Backwater The weight of the world

@Viorel please. RE: Ally, you hit your paw on a tree root hidden by the last of the snow.

the night comes down like heaven

Ally woke with a start. Her heart pounded in her ears, a constant throb that disoriented her momentarily. As she stared wildly about she slowly realized she was home.

She'd been trying so hard to come home, but... it didn't feel like home, not without her dad, even though her grandpa and uncle were here. She'd had family in the Cove, too, but... but it was better here. She didn't even mind being grounded all that much, since she didn't have a strong desire to leave until her dad was with her. He would come back here eventually.

Ally's heart still raced from the nightmare she couldn't remember. She wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. Quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else around the group den, the yearlings crept into the night to find somewhere isolated to sit and think. Maybe even have a cry.

The father had been awake and brooding, not unusual for the Valle man at this time of the night. He had never been a morning wolf, and found comfort in the dark of the night. He knew that his latest litter of children would be gracing the world any day now which meant he was limited in how far he could wander. In previous years he might have spent this time huddled up in the birthing den, preening Vanadis and whispering sweet nothings to each other but that did not feel appropriate this year. Instead he made himself busy, helping dig out the den, bringing her food and anything else she desired so she would be cared for.

The sound of pawsteps broke Viorel out of his thoughts, salt and pepper head lifting off of his paws to turn towards where they had come from. The sight of his granddaughter was greeted with his tail thumping against the ground a couple of times happily, though he watched closely. He knew Eros had her on lockdown until Archer returned and he wasn’t about to be the one who lost her again. He said nothing, but it was clear by the tilt of his head that he was wondering where she was headed to this late at night.

the night comes down like heaven

Lost in her thoughts as she was, Ally didn't notice her grandpa until she was nearly upon him and the thumping of his tail met her ears. She turned toward the sound, caught the movement of his head in the dark, and leapt back with a startled yelp. She took a few running steps but stopped herself; that was what got her into this whole mess to begin with.

She was done running.

Having taken a moment to actually assess for a moment and realizing it was indeed only her grandpa, she crawled up next to him, snuggling into his side. His scent, so like her dad's, washed over her like a blanket and she sighed in contentment.

The leader had not intended to startle his granddaughter, which is why he had remained silent to begin with. When she yelped and began to run, he lurched halfway up, her name on the tip of his tongue when she stopped. That would have been a real tragedy, if he managed to lose her again when all he did was wag his tail. Then she was back by his side, curled into him and sighing in what he hoped was something close to happiness.

Relaxing back down, he settled his head back upon his paws and for a moment just listened to the quiet sounds of the night. Rustle of a gentle breeze, the slow drip of melting snow in the deepest part of the woods, the haunting call of an owl in the distance. Eventually he quietly rumbled, ”You must really be a Valle to be up so late at night.” He wasn’t sure what it was about them that meant they would rather sleep in the day and chase after the moon. Some wolves had violence in their blood, some wanderlust, the Valles had the night. Or maybe it was just how well their dark pelts blended in with the dim.