Blackfoot Forest The simorgh sleeps on velvet tongues

Hawkeye seemed absolutely confident that the dream had indeed come from Atka and that Pied would one day make a brilliant mother. Although she wasn't entirely sure what prompted this belief, Pied nonetheless smiled at Hawkeye's reassurances. The idea of becoming a mother meant so much to her. Any compliment directed toward her mothering skills would be received with warmth and delight from the typically cool, even stoic, yearling.

"Maybe," Pied replied, smiling at the nudge and returning it. Hawkeye's words had warmed Pied to her again and she felt the last remaining dregs of resentment ebb away. "What about you, Hawkeye? What are your feelings on motherhood?" Her two-toned eyes went a little wide as she pictured the large, dark she-wolf attempting to rear a litter of pups. She then pursed her lips against the incredulous laugh that attempted to bubble there.