Luke 8:39

Her mothers advice washed over her, and she inhaled it, let it settle in her heart and gained a great measure of peace from it. She was right of course, Modesty shouldn't allow herself to get so caught up in these mortal concerns, and that was something she had lost touch with, in her mother's absence. The thought of them having children twisted her gut, but in a different way to what she might consider, and while her first litter had been a trial, barely more than a babe herself, she had grown to find that she enjoyed having children around, even if it did almost kill her the second time around.

She spared her brother the weight of another set of eyes on him as their mother questioned him, but of her questions, Modesty could answer one, "They moved, to the south, Chimera has returned and is leading there." Or was as far as she last knew. "I am unsure what happened to the rest. He was kind to me, extended an invitation to his home." One she had been tempted to take him up on. What her mother would make of the news, though, she would see.

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