Nervous

Bright was thrilled to see the girl's smile grow broader, and her confidence grow enough to place her ebony paws at the den's exit. Finally the pup was relaxing around her, and even seemed a little bit interested in listening. Then came the head tilt of confusion, and Bright instantly wondered if she'd said something strange. Who was the girl's mother? Her thoughts scrambled to figure out what she'd said wrong. Then Diana would stammer just two words, and Bright would frown slightly and tilt her own head. Which one? Which... what? She had to search her memory, the times she'd been by this den, the scents she'd noticed... Amalia had been here, frequently. But she'd never noticed the scent of milk on the lady... yet, there was the scent of another woman she'd not yet met. Silver eyes blinked, looking to Diana's little green gems. "Which one... ?" she murmured very quietly, then perked her ears, "Well, both of course. I haven't got to talk to Amalia about you girls.. and I haven't met the other, yet." She hoped she knew what she was talking about, and hadn't confused things further. If that's what Diana meant by her question, then she really must have two mothers!