Two Rivers Isle A bed for mr.daddy

Her head moved proudly at the word fancy. Never would she describe her own mother with that, but her name did indeed sound beautiful. And somewhat she was proud to carry the name of her mother. Not that she was a scruffy-tawny old hack, but because they were related. The Lanius family was not big, or maybe it was-she didn't know what her brothers were up to- And so she would have to spread it. At least her young carried the Lanius pride.

Thor... Now when had she heard that? She had forgotten, for never had she payed any attention in the classes that the LuciferPeak provided to their young. She was sure she had heard it somewhere, but did not care either where. At least they will now not recognize us by name. She hummed softly as she followed Burke inside the den, her yellow eyes glinting at the sight of Pyro and Vassago. She lay down, curled up against Burke like the good old times and picked up both pups to lay them at her belly. Sleep sounded good.

Goodnight, Burke... And just as she was closing her eyes, she whispered in the softest tone she could manage; I love you...

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