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Her summoning brought slight anxiety to her chest. She wasn't sure why, exactly, because Thurinwethil had never given her reason to be fearful of mistreatment. Nor had she violated any rules laid before her. She had taken care to refill the caches they ate from while the three of them regained their body mass. She had minded the limits of their exploration. She knew all this, and knew that the woman who had accepted them had been nothing but kind, but her mind still doubted. Her heart still hardened in fear. 

She moved quickly to where the call had come from and saw that her daughter had beaten her there. She moved to stand beside the girl, offering her a nuzzle if she would have it. Anatha had been striking out more and more, and while Asherah might have thought this would upset her, she found it a relief. She had worried that her children would not be able to find their independence but they seemed to be more than capable.

She cast her eyes towards Thuringwethil and dipped her head, tail waving. "Is everything alright?" She betrayed her own attempts to keep her face neutral by asking, but she could not contain herself. The Heda, as she had learned, did not seem angry or in any distress. She did notice the scent of milk on the woman, but clearly Thuringwethil was not nursing. She wondered if perhaps she shared a communal den among the other pack members, for she still was not yet aware of Wildfire and Thuringwethil's relationship.