Getting Mommy's approval on her singing and song-writting skills was like recieving a golden medal. She celebrated with another repeat of the song's chorus before Mommy's nose buried against her belly, sending rippling tickles across her tummy. Inmediately the babe tried to wriggle herself free, though the gentle touch of her mother's muzzle against her skin was short lived, it left the sensation of a million butterflies brushing against her stomach linings.
All the laughing and wriggling had tired her out so when Mommy threatened to eat her, Maera couldn't do anything but bat her paws lazily at her mother's muzzle. Although Maera was a touchy-feely indivudual, she usually did not express her love in physical ways. She was a gentle hear that relied more on sporadic shows of affection.
Still, she had no troubles in craning her neck to reach her mother's snout, and planting an unexpected kiss on her muzzle, specifically on top of the jagged scar that marked one side of her face. Maera did not know what a scar was. She did not know it was an eternal tattoo of the battles fought; and that it wasn't always well seen. To her, it was what made Mommy's face even more beautiful. The excotic and jagged edges of the scar were beautiful to the babe.
And no matter what anyone said, it would always be that way. "I'll eat you" she growled playfully while smearing another kiss on the scar.
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