Forward dated to December 20th because nostalgia
Overcast, -10C/14F
Things within the Bend had been on a slow shift in the last two months. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that things with Aponi had been on a slow shift since her conversation with Rosalin. What she had mentioned to the yearling had been comment made on an off-thought that she hadn’t considered much. Until Zev disappeared without a word. Rosalin seemed fine, or she was at least good at pretending and the alpha did not know her well enough to pry. That, and she didn’t want to get involved in someone else’s messy feelings unless they were her mates or her kids. Maybe even Nalda, how had been strangely quiet the last few months. She still completed all of her duties but Aponi certainly saw less of her than normal.
But, ever since Zev had left the mother had started feeling her own sense of panic and anxiety growing in the pit of her stomach. Too proud to admit to it or even speak the words out loud she went through her day as normal, her cool mask always on her maw. Perhaps she was more aloof than normal, less affectionate with her mate and her children but overall she was mostly the same. Aponi came to bed later at night and often chose to sleep between her children rather than pressed against her mate’s side and she no longer sought him out to do border patrols but she was sure Serach hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had and he just hadn’t said anything yet.
Which was how she found herself up early one morning just after dawn, laying underneath the oak tree which was their namesake. The sky was dreary but Aponi was not sure if it would remain overcast all day or if the dark clouds would amount to more snow in the clearing of their home. Her blue eyes remained fixed on the old tree, the one that meant so much to Serach and to his mother before that. Would their relationship remain as strong and rooted as this tree, or would they come tumbling down with time?