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At the call of her brother her ears flickered, head rising sleepily from her den. Amalia really just wanted to sleep the day away right now, she was four years old now. An old fart. Giggling softly at her own thoughts, the tiny girl pulled herself to her paws and stretched out her limbs, the scent of her heat filling the family den. Or dear, she really hated this time of year for this exact reason. Feeling vulnerable, she stopped by her herb den on the way to the meeting and with her muzzle rubbed some lavender into her rump. It wasn't perfect, but it sure did make her feel a lot better. Nodding her coloured head at her handy work, she carefully picked her way over the damp lands to where Leo had called them. When she walked into the clearing her blue eyes first landed on a black girl that she had not seen before, white marks adorning her face. Head tilted curiously as she inspected her, but didn't stop until she reached her mothers side. It had been awhile since the two of them had talked, Ama had been pretty much den ridden while she was sick, and since getting better she had spent all her time with Athena and the boys. "Hey Mother," she hummed, leaning up against the older woman as she aimed to leave a trail of kissed on her cheek. "I have missed you." the girl breathed, taking in her mothers proud smile for Leo. Amalia couldn't help but grin back, looking towards her more colourful sibling and tossing him a wink. She was full of pride for him as well, and that their mother could finally relax now.

"Speech"
'thoughts'