Mother Like No Other

Surreal always found the antics of her son and his cat amusing. Cinder seemed to be enjoying Regulus’ predicament a great deal, and Surreal hid a grin as she waited for the two to settle and for Regulus to pay attention. He offered some of what he remembered… And it wasn’t very much, but she nodded confirmation. As he gave her a sheepish smile and tapped his tail apologetically, she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Beidh muid tús a chur ag an tús, déanfaidh muid?" She offered gently, sitting up straight and leveling him with a look that said he would be hearing everything she had to say, and she would let nothing distract him from what he was to learn. And she would hammer it into his and his sister’s heads if she had to; they turned two years old next season. Zuriel would be in her first heat and vulnerable, and Regulus would need to know how to handle being around a female in heat.

That was a good place to start. She leaned forward, toward him, offering her fur to his nose."Glac nóta de mo boladh, mo mhac. Go cúramach, anois .. Cad a dhéanann tú boladh?" She was pretty sure he must have noticed the changes in her scent by now; he was usually a very observant fellow. She knew that, instinctively, he knew what it was, but consciously, he was oblivious. She needed to shake that oblivion to its core and show him what to expect around a female that smelled like that; what to do, and what not to do.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think