i'm alone in the world

Recluse watched her daughter approach, her gaze soft as she watched the now nearly fully grown woman before her. Her children were all really growing into their own wolves right before her eyes. Widow had grown into a truly gorgeous woman, and Recluse had little doubt that any wolf that managed to catch her daughter's eye would know just how lucky they'd be. She shuffled herself into a sitting position, groaning slightly as she shifted her weight. The late pregnancy was always the worst, her body was simply exhausted from carrying the weight. Her daughter gently pushed a basket of herbs towards her and the woman smiled, nodding. She had every reason to assume her daughter wasn't exactly thrilled by the notion of more siblings, she'd hardly been the most friendly with her litter mates but she still appreciated the gesture.

"Tired." She said chuckling in response to Widow's question. "Do as your mother says and not as she does, don't get pregnant." She said teasingly. There was a part of her that wanted grandchildren of course, though the thought that that could happen any time now certainly made her feel old, she also wanted her children to make sure they were making the correct decisions for themselves. Few enough wolves could raise two litters totally on their own as she had and if they never wanted children of their own? Well Recluse cared that her children were happy above all else. "What brings you around? Surely it wasn't just to give me some flowers, lovely as they are." Not that Motherwort had any flowers...

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