Mumma please

Bas picked her up, as he was wont to do a time or two. So little in his grasp she didn't even wriggle in protest. She gave Balrog a warm and loving blink as she was carried away.

She felt the stone of the veranda by their den. The placement was tucked into a corner that was out of sight and somewhat muffled. She leaned into his touch until he pulled away. Her ears fell to the wayside with her eyes. Shame and guilt wove into her pelt like nits.

"I met a man named Cerberus at the border." She started after pulling in another steadying breath, "He was from Obscura. He said he had found Citadel trespassing their lands and brought him home. No harm done. He did ask to have our pack to practice a raid on and I told him I'd get back to him about that since you're more aware of our strength than I am." Her voice was flat, even. It was easier to separate the emotions with the retelling. Straightening up and weathering this was easier than dealing with the fallout with her son.

There was silence for a moment. "We are lucky he trespassed there and not somewhere else." She finished severely, showing him she knew the weight of the transgression.

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