Mumma please

His words were a balm, reminding her of who she was. Where her own strengths lay. It gave her more of that inner strength to keep going. To hold herself together and wrestle that knowledge and intelligence into something they could tangibly work with. She should have delayed. That was where she had mistepped.

She pulled the fresh mountain air into her lungs, catching the scent of her husband next to her. She nodded as Basilisk went on about an idea he had. Ignita turned her gaze inward as she thought about how that would come across. She had delayed his apprenticeship to another pack because she had wanted to avoid this type of relationship where a schism ripped them apart.

Iskandor was clever like she was, but Citadel would be suspicious and paranoid now. She had seen how the boy would react sometimes when they played as children, usually keeping things for himself. They were just kids... Out in the world on their own...

"Do you think any guidance from Iska would go over well? Not push them apart? Seeing one of our birds might set Citadel off." She replied. Gently leaning her forehead on his arm. She at least had experience with a paranoid family member. But this was very different. The idea had merit.

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