Whitebark Stream honey

A gentle kiss and Aphrodite can't help but let a soft smile creep through. 
She gave the girl a loving nuzzle back, cleaning behind her ear and chewing at a flea like her mother would. It was an ache deep in Aphrodite's belly; to mother, to care for a child whether it was her own or not. After Donovan's attack, and how much she had bled after, she wasn't sure she could have her own. 
"Yes, like Pele. He went on a hunt and still hasn't come back yet." An absurd part of her wondered if he had felled an elk or moose, and was taking this long to drag it back. But surely by now the meat would be too spoiled to eat...