Blackfoot Forest I fall apart, down to my Core

His beloved wife pressed herself to the ground with such submission - it was so uncharacteristic of Illecebra. She was a warrior, a fierce lioness who guarded her children with all she had and loved with the heart of a wonderful mother. It was such a strange sight, to see her like this. She moved as though certain that Mawk would harm her. No, he would not, could not, never. 

To assure this fact to her, the man pressed himself lower to the ground so that his position was distantly similar to her own. Perhaps if he came to her level she would relax and see him as less of a threat, for a threat he was not. Then, then he spoke to answer her question. "You are my wife, Illecebra." He spoke gently, a small smile adoring his face and gaze sparkling with love. "I'm Mawk. We have two living kids, Cyron and Rowana. Do you remember?" His speech was slow, wanting very little to overload her with information that she may have lost. "We live in Easthollow, and Valette is our alpha." Could he perhaps jog a memory?

Then came the approach of Howl, returning with the corpse of a hare for Illecebra. The Saefyn settled back onto his haunches, waiting to see if she might take the meal.