I hope you dance!

“Me, too” Motif teased back, meeting the eyes of the older woman. She knew she was going to love these kids, and help Samara in anyway that the other woman needed her to. Her world and family was going to expand, a whole run of little siblings would be underfoot soon. Motif was all too eager to meet them.

Her lips twitched when her dad arrived with flowers for his mate. It did hurt her heart, just a little to watch. Samara wasn’t mum, but she was family now. And Motif would love and treat her as such.

When Samara gave the world, Motif followed the other woman into the den. She laid down the skins she had brought. These could get ruined by birthing fluids, well still offering something better than earth for the kids to be born onto. Motif was nervous, but she knew everyone else here would be willing to help and catch any mistakes.