She's hapless, a true heroine in a tale that ends with sorrow of every kind. Even as she feels the moon's gaze radiating through her fur, she can't shake off the emotions that roll through her like thunderclouds. The thistle's presence lingers within her like a stone, refusing to depart even as she converses with the moon. There will never be anyone else for her, although of course there are many options for her inside the clan. Really, her every word with the moon is for passing time and nothing more, with no hidden decipherable meaning. And so, she weaves an intricate tale, one of unfortunate details and losses as she winds through the everglades.
