Blackfeather Woods mother, meet my friends

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vuk gave a soft whine; despite the fact that her son's wounds had healed, she moved to examine his neck all the same, exploring the mended edges with her lips. satisified, she smiled at freyja again as the girl spoke. "i am g-glad he h-had y-you," vuk murmured, glancing between the young pair. she noticed how they moved beside one another, the glances of their eyes — she was no fool, and moreso, she was a mother.
vuk sensed there was more here, and looked to her son, wondering if he had brought freyja home to stay. the idea warmed her heart, for it spoke of a future for vuk in the form of grandchildren. the woman's turquoise eyes glowed and a small, knowing smile curved her lips.[/tr][/td][/table]