Two Rivers Isle Mother knows best... Most of the time

Perhaps it was a bit selfish of her to claim some time with her son in the middle of a quite warm summer night, but wasn't everyone? Burke was afraid of Pyro not making it, but Malice never doubted. Pyro was maybe a little smaller than the average wolf -okay, a lot-, but he was still of their blood. He was a fighter, the little one, and Malice assumed the hardest part for him was already over. Of course she had feared him dying in her grasp as they fled the brotherhood a few moons ago, but that fear was no more. Pyro would live, and there was no man nor woman who would strip him both from her and his life.

She smiled at his whispers, surprised to have him talk so clear despite not being as talkative as Vassago. His kiss was returned to a lick almost covering his whole face, and Malice giggled as he came closer to get some of her warmth. She moved closer to the rock that came to the height of just over her knees, making sure the boy wouldn't grow too cold.

She nuzzled his face toward the sky, hoping he would find the lights of above just as beautiful as she did, not giving a spoken explanation but a silent one.