Eythora stood poised at the ocean's edge, her striking bicolored eyes fixed on her daughter splashing in the surf. The late evening sun caught the spray, transforming each droplet beneath the child's hooves into a fiery spark. A single ear flicked, catching the sound of giggles that lifted on the breeze and danced around her. For the seasoned warrioress, this was a profound, almost unfamiliar, peace. A soft sigh whispered across her lips as she settled a hind hoof and relaxed into the moment.

"Evie, do not wander any further," she called, her voice gentle but firm. Soon they would have to leave the ocean's embrace and trek inland.

But her mother’s words seemed to dissolve into the sea air. Evie dared another step, letting the cool water swirl around her dark forelegs. With a stubborn flick of a front hoof, she struck at the wave, then whirled with a joyous squeal, leaping back to the shallower safety. “Oh, Mother!” she giggled, trotting back, her tail flagged high. “I’m ready to go now!” She bypassed Eythora, already heading for the pebbled shore and the flat meadow beyond.

A soft smile touched Eythora’s lips. She pivoted, her powerful steps quickly eating the distance until she was beside her daughter. Stride for stride, they crossed the open meadow, their pace easing only as they entered the hushed darkness of the pine forest. Weaving through the trees, they followed the familiar calls of their family. They arrived moments later, just as the last hints of twilight faded from the sky. Eythora nudged Evie gently, a silent encouragement to find her sleeping spot. The young one curled into a tight ball at her mother’s hooves, succumbing to sleep almost instantly.

Eythora's gaze swept over the sleeping forms of those she now called family. A profound smile touched her whiskered lips. Never before had she felt the powerful sensation blossoming in her chest.

Love.