Heal me love me

Amalia took a deep breath of the cold winter air, letting it fill her lungs as she tried not to sink into the deeper snow. She practically had to jump up to get her tiny frame out of the snow, hopping around much like a bunny rabbit. Letting out a huff she paused by the borders, there was no use in looking for herbs in this depth of snow. Oh well, she was eager enough to get back to her wife and new baby girls. The scent of newborns clung to her pale fur, not even the snow was able to wash off their distinctive smell. The tiny woman was about to turn around when a pale form caught her eye, almost lost among the winter drift. There was something wrong with the boy though, his breathing was off. Alarm filled her as she hurried to his side, picking up the family scent of her sister. Oh, he was one of Arian's sons. She didn't know his name, so she very gently leaned down to nuzzle his shoulder. "Hey there sweetheart. You should sit up to breath better, my darling. I am Amalia, I am your mother's adoptive sister. I'm here, okay? You got to take deep breaths hon, breath in and count to three, and then blow out until all the air leave your lungs." Amalia said softly, her voice coaxing and sweet.

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