The shock at Bragi's response was evident on Tove's face. She didn't argue, though, simply splayed her ears a little and offered a reassuring wave of her paw to coax Bragi out. She gave her sister a chance to reorient herself without Tove prying into her business. It wasn't really her style, anyway. If Bragi said it was nothing then Tove wasn't going to press the point too much.
To the notion that the den was familiar, she nodded.
Well, yeah, of course,she answered.
But we have to let go of what's familiar eventually. Other things will feel familiar. Like... the sunlight, or the feeling of the rain.It was a little corny, maybe. She was a bit too young to have a better frame of reference but she knew her words were correct. There would be other things that felt familiar.
She puffed softly, looking at Bragi now from the corner of her gaze.
I miss mom too, you know,the words fell easily and she didn't regret them. Though, maybe, she misunderstood.
Bragi

she was the sigh of the wind
and the rhythm of the rain
