Recluse Ithuriel-Klein Misery would be leaving soon, now that life was returning to a semblance of normalcy she knew she could not keep him close to home anymore, he had a job he was determined to do and she would not stand in his way much as she wasn't quite ready to let him fly free... Well more or less, she knew he wasn't leaving forever, his job would take him away and on occasion bring him back home. But it didn't make it any easier. The woman settled herself under a tree, it was time to let her oldest litter go, not to forget about them or stop caring but she had to accept they were young adults all their own, and if for Misery that meant he was going to leave she had to get used to that. But she wasn't going to let him go without at least a proper goodbye. The woman called for her son, though there was no rush on his end. It was simply his mom's whim. "Speech"

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Misery was excited about his upcoming job.  He wasn’t overly showing it, of course, he’d never show over-excitement about anything in front of other wolves lest they get to know his thoughts overly well.  At mom’s howl, his ear pricked forward with interest.  Was there information to go over about his job?  

Misery jogged to the sound of his mom’s howl, mind thinking through any last-minute thing to mention.  Would mom mind giving him a report when he came home on what Mac had been up to?  Mac would of course be giving him a full report upon the return but it would be nice to have mom’s point of view.

As he came in sight of mom the boy finally realized he might want to tell his mom to take care of herself as well.  Words like he’d miss her?  That wasn’t really his normal style of thing.  She’d understand how he felt without having to say anything probably.  The boy walked up to his mother, “Hi mom, need something?”

"Misery"

Recluse Ithuriel-Klein Misery would not leave her waiting long and Recluse smiled softly at her son as he approached. He asked why she called and Recluse felt her stomach knot up slightly. "You're going to be leaving soon..." She started as if it really answered his question. She glanced over him, and then rose to her paws stepping forward all the while bitting down on the urge to fuss over him, to clean and groom him like he was a pup still too young too look after himself. "I guess I just wanted to check on you, your preparations." But that wasn't totally it. "I'll miss you." She finally managed, voice soft. She was going to miss him so much, and no doubt worry about him all the time too. "Speech"

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