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Ash Paw was the one to greet her—and the youthful she-wolf could feel nostalgia roll over her in a warm embrace just at the sight of her mother’s bright blue eyes. “Mama,” she greeted, muzzle lifting only to allow the soft scent of milk drift to her— a flash of surprise likely crossing her features.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t think I’d be gone as long as I was.”

Ash Paw was delicate in her embrace, but it was Acantha who would bury her muzzle to the warm neck fur of her mother—only now realizing just how small and diminutive her mother actually was, now that Acantha was taller. “I missed you.”