"See, Cat? That's my Great Grandmother Fox! She was the first woman to explore the cave under the cliff. She looks just like my mother." A wistful smile passed the lynx's face. "But no one really knows if she did explore the cave. There wasn't enough evidence. The mayor then claimed that she never did but she was an expert on caves, so why wouldn't she have come to explore the cave? I believe she did."
Cat stared at the photograph of the lynx's grandmother. She stared back at the lynx and watched the smile from the lynx's face fade slowly.
"I miss my mum," the lynx said sadly.
Trout, who was at the corner of the room playing with his toy cars, sniffled.
Just then, the three of them heard someone singing on the roof. The three of them clambered up to the roof.
There was the wolf. He was looking up to the sky and singing mournfully.
''We don't disturb him on nights like this." Trout told Cat softly.
"Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch," the lynx said quietly.
Cat understood.
YOU ARE READING
An Imperial Affliction
General Fiction"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
