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now that the boys were older, she couldn't really just call them whatever she felt like. though she was surprisingly patient with tapat, she still used to mutter a light dumbass when he would bump his nose into something while sniffing, forget he'd run into it, and then bump into it again. technically, the boy would probably forget again within the minute-- but she didn't want to risk cursing directly at them. and even astik she couldn't call a fatass anymore, since he'd begun to harden into a more proper young man. she was proud of him, and even astik. they had made it so far and through so much.


"hey lil' geese," she barked when they both poked their groggy heads from the den. she stepped forward and gave them both loving kisses in an effort to wake them both up more. "i'm gonna teach you some sparring techniques today-- that okay with you guys?"