Sleepy Fox Hollow all my sins need holy water

@Mahler

It had been some time since her arrival, though she had spent much of her time in recovery... but now that she was no longer concerned for her own condition and had received her own clearance to move about, she had spoken to Tamar about seeking out Paleo, to see if her sons had remained... in the hopes that they might be a family once more. She had to hope that was the case.

And so she would linger at the borders, sniffing, hoping to catch their scent though it was nothing she could detect. Surely she would not forget the smell of her own children, right? She would tip her maw, calling for the man, a man who had been her mentor... who had taken much of her fear away when it came to childbirth. She had felt more prepared after his tutelage, and it had even saved Ruenna's life.

And she would wait, patiently, her tail folded over her paws as it curled around them.

hope and delight were lacewing vines of greenery around the heart of the man. mahler had found his peace at long last, and there was not a single day that he regretted having taken the hollow to inhabit. 
his was a marrowdeep contentment, something unfelt by many, and he would never take such sensations for granted.
the woman on their borders was aquene, an herbalist of mereo who had advised her in detail of his midwifery knowledge. "it has been a long vhile," he said in gruff warmth as he came to stand before her, lavender eyes knowing.
her scent now belonged to epoch.

She did not need to wait long for his arrival. He would show, a gruff warmth as he greeted her with the passage of time, a hint of a smile forming on her features as a result. It had been a long while. “It has been.” She agreed with him, the words catching in her throat for a moment.

“My sons… are they here?’ She would ask, a softness to her voice, a panging and lungful look in her eyes, desperately hoping the answer was yes. “Siku and Nanuq.” She stated again to clarify. “Before I was separated from them all, Siku was here… is he still?” She liked to think she had not failed as a mother, and yet she knew she had.

she had come for her sons. mahler shook his head with a bittersweet air. "siku has gone and nanuq did not come to paleo." but his voice evinced no sort of tragedy. the gargoyle gestured that aquene should walk along the borderline with him, where the buttercups brightened their backdrop of emerald green.
"siku stayed vith us for about six months, through the vinter. he and my son, emmerich, are quite fond of each other. indeed, he vas very much like a son," mahler said softly, wishing to reassure her. "he took to tracking and hunting quickly; he hunted outside the hollow but kept to it, a good guardian."
siku was, in mahler's opinion, well-equipped to disperse again even if it worried his mother.