Hideaway Strath when we arrive, sons and daughters

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Hemlock has only one complaint about motherhood, and it is that she is not a mother but a placeholder. At this point Sirius has spent more time with her than without, but she still frets over the propriety of what ways she should behave around her young ward. She offered him a little smile even as he protested his bath; she didn't correct him when he called her mom - her heart might have burst at the feeling. Once they were on their way she occasionally would playfully bop his rump or kiss behind his ear, scampering a few paces away and ducking behind a tree before coming round to surprise him. "You can my dear, but, we must wait until they come to us to play." She reminded him, not chiding, but being as gentle as she could.

"You know how sometimes when we visit them they just sleep the whole time? They are getting older - they will want to be active more and do more, and you my little weed are going to help teach them what to do." Hemlock said with a smile as they came to the clearing. Watching how Sirius behaved with the others made her heart soar - he wasn't a malicious boy, he never had been, and it was an interesting dynamic to her to see how he and the younger children behaved together. The moment that Lotte swept closer Hemlock turned to nuzzle into her, teasing a few kisses behind her ear and along her jaw. "It is a lovely day," Hemlock murmured happily, settling down on her rump to watch the little children she'd grown so fond of as they explored their world. She gave a little nod to Sirius; encouraging him to explore some too - maybe one of the puppies would end up following him in a game or perhaps the adults could lead them on a little game of tag. 
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