King Elk Forest Her Kiss

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Slowly but surely, the cursed one grew. His progress could barely be seen, but he felt it in the ache of his limbs, and tasted it in the metallic sting of the meat they ate, a far cry from the milk mother no longer offered to feed them.

He saw her today a long ways off, having taken up residence under a shady space to wait out the heat of the day.

Vaska blinked at his mother, then slowly turned his eyes to look at the thing she had given him. Stretched out his neck. Sniffed it. Touched it.

Oh! It is soft! a smile spread over his face, and he drew the gift towards himself with eager paws. Had mother ever given him a gift before? Is it mine? Do I keep it? What is it for?