The guilt still hung heavily in her heart and on her shoulders, making them almost sag as Myrrhis settled down by the temporary den she had made for herself. The giant cedar trees that surrounded her somehow made her feel even smaller then she really was. She hated that feeling, even though deep down it was her fault entirely. It had been months since the incident had happened with the pup but the aching guilt still felt fresh. Myrrhis adored children and would never think a bad thing about them or even considered do anything evil to them.
Though, the young ones who often claimed that being fed ‘icky, evil herbs’ always managed to get a chuckle out of her and right now, it was not any different. She remembered her own litters that whined whenever they caught something that required having to take something foul tasting but often good for them. Neoma would scowl at whatever plant was in front of her but bitterly swallow it. Rayne wouldn’t quite complain, the quiet and polite child he was but he never could hide the wince from the taste. Senka however...Senka would glare at the herbs as if they were meant to kill her instead of heal and it took plenty of coaxing and sometimes bribery for her to take them. Florence though, he would nose them around, taking in their scent before they were gone. His agemates, her youngest children that grew up alongside him, often just sniffled at the herbs and take them.
As she reminisced about her pups, her heart swelling at the thought of them, Myrrhis didn’t realise that hot tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes. Feeling them run down her cheek, Myrrhis shook her head and tried to wipe them away. Tears for the past would not help at all. Her children were all grown up and living their own lives. They could look after themselves, even if she still saw them as pudgy looking furballs, who couldn’t quite control their legs yet. Myrrhis tucked her front legs up to her chest as she leant further against the tree, a small smile playing on her lips as she kept remebering.