Arrow Lake and over seas to look upon her face

will set this earlier in the day of this for aure

Between scarred lips fluttered a velvety bit of fawn’s tail — the only gnawable thing Aurëwen’d been able to retrieve from the poor thing with her needlsome fangs. It was a paltry gift in comparison to the abundance which Cortez and Olive had brought weeks past, but she liked to think it would be enough for Reina’s baby to gum on.

A smidgen of guilt moseyed in her dainty pawfalls, as she’d been so late in congratulations and too reclusive to surround herself with company. Better late than never, right? She’d known the first precious weeks with her own children had been meant for privacy, yet Aure lilted a chirrup for entry — at the very least, a hello, if turned away.