Glimora's little feet pattered against the stone ground, echoing softly through the dark corridors. Her tiny breaths came out in quick, worried puffs, and her tail flicked anxiously behind her. The night was still, the moonlight spilling through cracks in the stone walls like liquid silver, guiding her way. She didn't stop. She couldn't. Her mama needed her to be fast.
And soon enough, she reached the place she had left Isabella.
The moment Isabella heard the familiar tap-tap-tap of Glimora's paws, she looked up quickly, her heart squeezing. She bent down just in time for Glimora to leap straight into her open arms, trembling softly.
"Oh, baby," Isabella murmured, a weak giggle escaping her lips as she pressed a kiss to the top of Glimora's head. "There you are."
