Blackfeather Woods come home late

She had not meant to encroach on the stranger (oh, how awful to think of a Blackfeather as a stranger) and quickly she fell upon a way to rectify her arrival. Come? Her word was a soft invitation that had barely slipped past her lips. By sight and scent alone she could tell this was one of the Woods' mothers. Jakoul had never been with children but she had, of course, been a child once. Kept in a tight den full of too much energy. Did mothers feel the same way as their children?