Smallest Size, Biggest Heart [Aoife]

Aurielle listened with interest as Aoife demonstrated her latest song, pausing to gently trail her claws through the tiny child’s quilled mohawk – about the only safe way she could stroke her daughter there without getting poked. She still remembered the rather unpleasant shock she’d gotten when Aoife’s little quills had hardened fully and she’d made the mistake of grooming against the grain. It’d taken five minutes to stop tasting her own blood. It was a hilarious memory now, but at the time she’d had to pick Red’s brain extensively as to what his mother had done to groom himself at that age, though his fur wasn’t nearly as stiff as their daughter’s.

She grinned proudly down at her little songstress, nodding, “It’s quite lovely. A very happy tune.”

She glanced ahead as the light brightened, and they came out onto the Plains. “I thought today we would practice fighting larger opponents than yourself. You may be small, but size does not always matter. Our most vulnerable parts are all on our undersides unless we armor up.”

She winked down at her daughter as she led the way to the meeting boulder. It had been a long time since she’d last called the pack to a meeting, and she would be calling one soon, but today was for her daughter and herself.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think