Invitation and Surprise

It was odd that she felt slightly nervous. Why would one be nervous about going to meet their own mother? Probably because, after all these years, she still wanted to impress the woman. She wanted to show her mother that she wasn't just some broken runt. She was a force to be reckoned with, despite her size. Her mind and character more than made up for her lack in stature. Would her mother be proud of her? Or would she be the same, unfeeling beast that she remembered?

Sirius walked a step or so ahead and Io walked beside Bast, taking comfort in the big cat. Her brow was furrowed and she was deep in thought. It wasn't until she heard the raucous call of the birds that she looked up from her paws. Nervousness sliced through her again and the small wolf slid her cheek against the small cat for comfort.

Coming upon the dais of earth where her giant of a mother lay, Iolaire's ears tucked against her skull. There were more scars than there had been before. Quite a bit more. Other than that and a few white hairs scattered here and there, the woman looked the same. The small wolf stepped forward. "Mother," was her only greeting. She'd begun to speak again, but a familiar form stepped out from behind the grey and black wolf. Iolaire blinked a few times, ears flicking forward. "Aunt Meadow?" She was thoroughly shocked.