Mumma bear

Pose and decorum were very important to Kitsune. There were few people she allowed to see herself outside of the bounds she had set. It had been a long time since she had allowed even her own mother to see her as anything other than a Proper Princess, and an appropriate choice for leadership in the pack.

But as she awoke that morning, and felt the cold and empty air beside her, she felt a sudden and aching need for her mother. It was early yet, and she knew the nocturnal Empress would be heading to bed for the day. She rose from her den, rubbing her eyes and wishing she could just as easily rub her aching heart. It wasn't the first time she had felt something like this. Her father had willfully abandoned her, he had up and left their lives as if it was of no consequence to him. Had Iho done the same? She had always known of his love for exploring. But she thought that there were ties between them that were stronger than his wanderlust. It hurt to be proven wrong.

When she arrived at her mother's home, the scent about the place told her the Empress was alone. Good. She knocked at the door and made her way inside. “Mumma?” She asked softly.


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