The woman searched Athena's face, confusion written all over it. She didn't have to wait long though, soon the sound of falling paw pads caught her attention. Red ears turned towards the sound, her head soon following as she saw her mother making her way towards her. A large smile spread across Amalia's face, her little rabbit tail wagging with so much vigor that it made her rump follow in suit. She wanted to race towards her mother, but the scent marker made her hesitate. She still didn't know if this pack belonged to Epiphron or not, and she didn't want to risk it. So she waited, her whole body almost quivering as she waited for Pip to come close, letting out a soft whine as she pressed her coloured face into her pale neck. She couldn't help but notice her mothers stoney features, and her blue eyes searching her mothers face. Swallowing hard she pressed a sot kiss to Pip's left cheek before she forced herself to sit on her pale rump. Now she felt nervous, and glanced over at Athena for some courage. But her poor darling was more nervous than she was, which perhaps gave her enough courage to go on.
"Mother dearest," she started, stump of a tail wiggling on the ground, "This is Athena Armada. She's um..." Amalia sucked in a big breath of air, a flush running up to her cheeks. "She's my wife," Ama's voice wavered slightly as she spoke. She knew that her mother had made it clear that she didn't like the Armada's, but she had saved her when she was sick and nearly frozen to death. She swallowed again, clearing her throat as her blue eyes dropped down to her paws. "She saved me when I was lost and sick, and took me in. And I fell madly in love with her," eyes looked up at Athena, her smile growing as she looked at her. "and Athena returned my love."
Amalia shuffled her front paws, looking at Epiphron. "Roman Armada was killed by bears trying to protect her young," she said, choking on the words as they left her maw. Grief was thick in her voice, guilt heavy in her eyes. She still thought that she would have been able to save the woman, if only she was called. "we lost our pack and our home. So I came to find you, and these scent markers..." the tiny girl searched her mother's face again, her smile growing a bit larger. "Do you have a pack again? A place that our family could call home? Athena had four boys, and I have adopted them as their mother. They are your grandkids, mother. And it would give me no greater joy than to be with you at last. Athena is willing to leave her home in the North for this, so that we could be together -- with you," Amalia leaned against the silver wolf, head tipping up to gaze lovingly at the woman. "I know you don't like the Armada's mother, I know that things happened but... she's not like them." Letting out a small whine she eyed her mother, pleading with her. "I don't want to be away from you any longer Mother, I want us to be together again, all of us."
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