The Heartwood Story; two continued.

When her child wept, Priapus was cuddle her so. She would lay down and force Mira into her chest, comforting and soothing, however at times sprouts of anger appeared and she would bite down harder on the child. Sometimes pressing with her paw to the ground as if they were a measly bug. Eyes tainted with a darkness, as she would switch between loving and dismay.

The ultimate despair of madness.

"Of course you do sweetie, you came from my womb. That barren bitch doesn't deserve you. You're always mine, my little bundle."