Two Rivers Isle Mother, grab the camera!

Sure enough, a pup came bounding out of the den- "Pyro!" she called softly, greeting the pup. She felt a protectiveness over him, seeing as he was smaller and not as bulky as his older brother. Vassago, she was sure, would follow in the path of mercenary, like his mother and father, and she hoped to see him take care of his younger sibling. Pyro, she thought, was destined for other things, perhaps he would become a counselor, like his father, or a naturalist, like his mother. She thought him no less because of it, she was not so stupid as to imagine that mercenary was the best and only good trade. 

He placed his paws on her chest, licking her face, and she hummed happily. How lucky Malice was, to have a brood of her own. The wraith could not see herself settling down anytime in the near future, but still...

She affectionally returned Pyro's enthusiasm by placing a kiss of her own on the top of his head. "Hello, Pyro" she hummed happily, face split in a smile. An idea came to her, and after placing another kiss on the pups brow she asked him, "Do you want to learn, Pyro?" Perhaps she could teach him something of the weather, or perhaps of some plants. She knew a little in both fields, and could surely try and teach him a little of it.