Whisper Marsh whenever, wherever

;____; *sobs*

Without any doubt or fear, Attica allowed Sven to fold around her fluidly. Her fatigue was mounting and taking her thoughts away from present day and into dreamland. It was not until the girl remembered how much she loved falling asleep against her mother's belly, suckling until her own was full of milk, that she realized that something was missing. She whimpered softly into his fur, though she was aware enough to know she would find nothing. While she was not starving by any means, it was still the best way she fell asleep, and that emptiness pricked her consciousness just enough so that she remained awake, stretching and shifting uncomfortably with unhidden whimpers for her wishes. 

But her mother did not return, not tonight, and her discomfort was destined to linger. She laid down finally as her brother settled, mimicking his position in her me-tooism way. She dropped her head between her paws and looked up tiredly at her loyal guardian, still too young to realize what his presence really signified right now. His humming surprised the little girl at first, but as words came to follow the lyrical sounds, she finally relaxed herself underneath his love. Perhaps this would have to do, like how it had seemed it was always going to. The humming dulled the girl's wishes for her mother and for milk, encouraging her to slip back into her subconsciousness, and away from any disappointments in the real world. She let go finally, tiny twitches taking her paws over as giant fields opened up behind her eyes, and she was running.....

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