Ocean's Breath Plateau These beautiful things that I've got.
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Each day, his eyesight bettered. The faces if his kin grew sharper, less blurred - and he had come to recognise that of his mother most of all. Though he nursed almost equally from two she-wolves and accepted the affection from each of them, Sea Hunter felt himself bound strongest to @Tullik.

It was her he looked to that warm Spring evening, eager to see her smile down upon him.
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It was hard, she had learned.

Tullik cared for all five pups on rotation with Marina, snatching rest where she could and eating voraciously even when she didn’t have an appetite. It was all she could do, even as she itched to do something more.

She loved her children, more than she loved being useful, so when Sea Hunter rolled to look at her, her face creased into a smile.

Hello, little voyager. What are you up to? She murmured to him soft and low in mountain-tongue.
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She was the most beautiful thing in the world. As his mother turned her vibrant periwinkle gaze upon him, Sea Hunter felt as though he glowed from within. He adored her, all of her - and it showed in the curve of his brightest smile.

She spoke and her voice was like music. Sea Hunter drank deep the sound, cooing softly in his contentment. He lifted a little paw and reached for her eager to be close.
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Her son called with a wheeling paw in the air, and she obliged, lowering her nose to press against his tiny paws. She blew warm air onto his toes, letting him feel her smile against his ever so tiny paws.

Quick, loud boy. What could you want from your mother? She lowered her head down to his stomach-

And blew a quick raspberry against the skin there.
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She reached for his little paw and Sea Hunter pressed the pads of it to her muzzle, eager to explore the contours of her face. He felt her breath tickle the delicate hairs between his tiny toes, the love of her words against his skin.

The baby's joyous laughter echoed through the lodge, louder when she shifted to blow a raspberry on the soft pink of his underbelly.