She had been waiting. Waiting until enough time had passed that her grandchildren would be old enough to visit. Today she had set out, extending the invitation to her own children as well as Kylar. She would cross the border of her home, moving across the changing landscape until she found herself once again at her sons home. Her crown would tip back, a beckoning howl sounding from her lips. He should have been expecting her visit. Haunches would fold beneath her, tail curling around her hips. Audits stood at attention, as she waited her son. She had to admit that she was rather interested to see his offspring, to meet their mother in a more official capacity. She had no doubt that her genetics had reigned strong in her son, mingled with his fathers, though she could only hope the whore mother had not damaged her grandchildren in any way. Nostrils quivered, impatient budding in her chest.
