They curl up together, a blend of light and dark. Sablefrost tries not to feel awkward, but she can't not, because let's face it, she's cuddling with Strongclaw. At least the calico seems happy, purring so hard her own body moves. She needs him, his happiness, and even his scent, because right now she's utterly miserable, missing her lost kits and stinking of the city. They've fled into the forest, leaving her remaining children with Nettlecloud. 'Let's talk,' Strongclaw had said, but there are no words to say now. Strongclaw kneads her shoulders softly with his paws, and tells her not to worry.