Dragoncrest Cliffs A song that's too perfect for words

Hmm. Rosalyn looked at her granddaughter a moment after the outburst. She had noticed that Suzu carried a softness in her, but this instance of it was slightly concerning to her. We can. But the ocean understands survival. She gives to make us stronger, and we should never feel guilty for taking them. Her eye caught Suzy’s and held a moment, intently, despite her words being more gentle than usual.

It was a complicated thing. As a grandmother it warmed her to see kindness hadn’t been worn out of Suzu the way it had so many of the rest of them. Yet the pack would grow with the spring, and there would come a time when she would have to choose to put their needs above her own feelings. She would not always be able to turn away a meal.

You’ll grasp it here, like this. She would demonstrate, lunging into the pool and gripping with her muzzle just behind the pinching arms. She held it up a moment, showing as it flailed, before dunking back down and placing it back into the water. Try. If she wanted to set it free, she could at least learn for next time.