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Saracyn was becoming more and more like his father every day and she was enjoying him grow and mature before her eyes. The way he turned to look at her with a toothy grin was signature to his father and it made Manea smile back in return. Seeing the spark in his gaze at the mention of crafting a weapon for him made her day and she wished they had more time to spend like this, exploring his passions and what he was excited about. He clearly had a knack for hunting and fighting, much like she and Alastor did, but even within those fields there was so much variation, so many ways to get to a similar goal, and she was having a wonderful time seeing what paths her children would take.

Manea gave a quick glance at the birds that Saracyn had been training with before looking back down to her son as he came to join her with a question over where they would be crafting and mentioned that he had some ideas over what he might want to try. She gave him a curious look with a smile at that, wondering to herself what he might have seen or been interested in out of what he had witnessed from his parents and pack mates. "I have some supplies waiting for us by the caves," she told him as she turned back the way she came, walking back with Saracyn at her side. "And just what has gotten your attention in the way of weapons, my darling?" she asked with a little tilt of her head while they walked.

WC: 272
Total: 1317 / 1500

Manea | Temno | Ciemny