Arrow Lake like a stone

Assuming her pups are there sleeping, but can absolutely edit out if that would be incorrect.

She was given consent to enter, but she remained rooted to the spot for a moment—unable to propel herself forward and look upon one of the women who she had yet to determine was one of Stigmata’s… collections. There was a sickening twist in her chest as she bent her muzzle down, reserved outwardly before striding forward with a confidence in her stride and gaze that did not meet her heart.

She blinked against the darker aspects of the dwelling, her gaze adjusting as the slender woman of pale fur came to view. Marred by scars—Ketzia remained respectful in her visit, only bracing the entrance with her own svelte form as to not overwhelm the mother. Her eyes stole over the children momentarily—one of pale hue, just like her mother, and one of darkness. Stigmata, perhaps?

She forced herself to swallow, dropping the gift and nudging it toward the stranger. “Nourishment for you and your young. I’m sorry I haven’t provided sooner.”