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They must have been new- even Mulherin hadn’t seen them. Nevertheless, she smiled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes still. She wished she could know them- hunt alongside them, and teach them to brawl as she had with the other children. For now she would have to be happy to know that they simply existed. 

She stepped forward so that she could nuzzle Mulherin gently. ”Tell them I’m happy for them,” she said, drawing back. Augur might scent her in Mulherin’s fur, and she hoped he might be happy to know that she still existed, too. 

As for his suggestion, she shrugged. ”Bringin’ food ith alwayth good,” She said. ”But I think what matterth the motht ith jutht quality time. Offuh to babythit, or play with the kidth,” Presence, not presents. 

She studied him for a moment. ”You look good, Mulherin.” A funny thought struck her. Without her present, she had to wonder how the ranks had settled. ”I think you’d make a good Bertherkuh, by the way,” She said with a guilty shrug.