Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
"Hmm..." She feigned a thoughtful look, head tilting slightly away. "I suppose you're right, but you're here and that's all that matters," She had almost forgotten about the flood that had taken out her nephew's pack. Luckily, she didn't have to worry much about it. Nearly everyone had been accounted for and were safe within the Empire, and fretting about one or two members of their family did little to help anyone. For all she knew, they could have returned to the homeland with Amon, or died. She preferred to think of the former thought. Her brother congratulated her, and she nodded in acceptance. "Yes, I know. But not an aunt to your spawn yet," She winked at him, but her grin would begin to spread wider when he mentioned that he was working on it. While she knew that some of her siblings had children she could dote over already and that she had her own on the way, there was just something about wanting Typhon to have kids. Luckily, (and hopefully), he was working on it. Her tail wagged as she approached, the woman seeking to touch her nose to the side of his muzzle if he allowed it. Then she cocked her head to the side as that trademark grin of hers remained present. "Have I ever told you that you are my favorite?" She chuckled, "You've come a long way, dear brother, I expect you and that little lamb of yours will have a grand time," While she was happy for them, a small part of her was jealous. Sure, she always played it off like she didn't need anyone. And sure she was finally having pups of her own, but it was from a one-night stand sort of thing. Not with someone that she could be happy with, let alone spend her life with. And while she didn't mention it, she imagined that's why Typhon stayed with his little lamb.
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