Wheeling Gull Isle and wildlings will run from you

Hemlock may start allowing those close to her around to see the puppies, even briefly! Tags aren't required for responses, of course, just a welcome to the party! ;) @Tapat @Eirlys

 

Hemlock drifted in and out of sleep, mostly stirring when she felt @Droman or @Reed move - especially when they cried out. The pair seemed a perfect blend of Arturo and her coats, even the softest touches of Lotte gracing Droman especially. She still did not play favorites, especially when the two were so small and so tiny, her attention split between son and daughter as she tended to their every need. It was exhausting, motherhood, especially when she felt so....isolated. When the Lotturo's had been born she had visited frequently because of Eirlys - but then there had been a constant stream of Arturo and Chusi both before the darker girl had turned tail and her scouting trip became....something else entirely. She didn't want to get worked up - it seemed every time that her emotions rose the children somehow responded in kind, stressing themselves and whining, working at the furs that lined the den as if to take out their meager frustrations on the world. 

"Easy," She murmured softly, nose brushing across the crowns of both children. A simple instruction but they wouldn't hear it - they wouldn't know what her words meant anymore than they knew right then that she provided the world for them. It all came down to the sanctuary their home provided her, even if it still didn't feel like home. It still was so acidic the air itself was turned. She was tired of fish, but then sometimes she was brought hares or other kills and it actually provided her something familiar and almost welcome to her. She gave a hum, looking towards the opening of the den as she listened to the waves dance beyond her line of vision.