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Sprawled out on her back with soft rays of gold kissing the dark of her belly, Nyssa was the picture of utter and total relaxation. And she might really as well be in bliss. So far, she lived the good life here. All the wolves she knew were kind, warm and friendly. Made her feel like one of their own. Given her part of the family she had lost.

Perhaps Skipjack and Otter would extend to her that same honor. The boy seemed intrigued, creeping closer to the light to investigate. Why she was there and not his mother. She tipped her head to meet his eyes with hers, a gentle curve at her lips.

"Well well, look at you. You've gotten so big already, Skip!" She cooed in a low, soft welcoming voice. He and Otter would be too young to comprehend her speech, but they might appreciate the thrum of it anyways. Lazily, she raised a limp fore paw in a gently flopping wave. She stayed as she was, letting him choose to come to her on his own terms. "I hope I'm a good enough substitute for you, just until your Ma returns, hm."