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Samara had been enjoying a nice little nap with her mate, rousing as he was already rising to his paws, aparently she needed that sleep. She blinked blearily, forcing herself to focus, the scents of Rhyme's daughter's reaching her. She sat herself up, shaking her fur out a bit, ears perking as she tried to listen to what was being said.

There was a telltale addition to Poem's scent and the woman smirked softly, she'd let Rhyme approach and not say anything, simply happy to have even been here for this, especially after the last grandchild snafu, she was also glad Theory was there, clearly excited and supportive. In the end she was glad that Rhyme was still surrounded by those that cared for him... and hopefully soon... more.