Mumma please

The words caught in his throat. He knew what he wanted to say, that she was a Queen, and she was more than just herself. A mother, a leader. But at the end of the day, they were both only wolf. Sometimes, the day's events were too much. They were in private, it was just the two of them. So he scooped her small form onto his lap, brushed her fur back in gentle motions behind her ears, and let her change the subject.

“I’ll send a bird to Obscura, and suggest they raid in Spring when our children can participate. That will buy us time to prepare, and to train them to meet that raid when they reach a year of age.” with luck, Citadel and Iskandor would have returned to them, as well.

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