Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl has always been half goddess, half hell

for @Wildfire and @Artaax & @Blixen if y'all want but no obligation! ^-^

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Eske has done her best to give Wildfire her space not wanting to intrude on the new mother’s time with her babes but it would be a lie to say that she is not curious. She smells the infants on Heda’s coat and when she lingers within hearing range of the birthing den she hears them, their squeaks and suckles and cries. And occasionally their small little baby yawns will bring a smile to her lips. Occasionally. As Cheka, she is Heda’s bodyguard, always within a howl away. Heda is somewhere and with the reassurance that she is not needed Eske lingers near the birthing den, hesitant. She has never seen babies before and, clearly, does not remember the time she spent as a mewling newborn. If Gyda has given birth to baby siblings Eske does not know of it and faces the likelihood that she will never know them.

“Hey Wifi,” Eske speaks up from the mouth of the den, her tone wavering in her hesitance. She is not sure how Wildfire is going to take her closeness to the den. In fact, while she has no idea how she is meant to act around babies the same holds true for her in regards to how to act around mothers of said newborn babies. She naturally errs to the side of caution, ready to leave if her presence isn’t wanted or appreciated. “Can I —” Eske pauses and rewords her sentence last second. “Do you think I could come say hi to fyucha?” She asks quietly, tentatively.

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