Haunted Wood I think I was wrecked all along.

She assumed that her presence helped though it was hard to tell. She was no stranger to these kind of displays and there wasn't a hint of embarrassment or judgment as she said what she did. Even grown men sometimes couldn't help breaking down in front of a healer; she'd seen all kinds.

She shook with a quiet laugh and shook her head. You got me. No, I'm not a mom. But I had one, and much as we butted heads, I always knew she wouldn't walk out on me. You don't seem like the type of mom who could give that impression either. Bridget's mom woulda eaten her own tail before she let her daughter insult her with the thought of that. Damn, she missed her sometimes.

Your kids are young? They had a lot of new pups in Brecheliant, and a few moms. No, wait; one mom. She internally corrected and felt a pang. Maybe when all this was over, she'd let Maia go check in on Towhee. They could mom bond or whatever, talk shit about kids they wanted to murder so they didn't need to go seeking snakes to wrestle.