Dragoncrest Cliffs Meet in the middle

"My boy, my boy, my Etiii," She crooned to him, sitting back to see his face, now the face of a young man. She lifted a paw to his jawline, to tilt his head as if to inspect every angle of his beautiful, kindly face. Her eyes glistened with happy tears, and her lips were pulled up in a trembling, but grateful smile. She missed him. And while she wished he could simply come home- bring his friend, even, she understood that some wolves, especially the men, were wont to travel.

"You be a healer, t'rough an' t'rough,
my boy, I am so proud of you," She sung to him, reaching forward to embrace him again.