Noctisardor Bypass what stupid poem could fix this home?

Of course I’m still your mama, Druid assured, chucking a fisted paw gently against Artio’s cheek. ‘Mama’ is more of a title, while Druid is my name. I like it best when everyone calls me by it, that’s all. I’ll answer to both, just like you might answer to Artio… and Arty? Or maybe Art?

There was a teasing glint in her eye, wondering what he might think of the nicknames. He seemed a little hung up on her request still and the Den Mother smiled patiently, determined to balance the fine line between coddling and reassurance.

You can call me either one, she repeated, slipping a foreleg around his shoulders, Druid’s just my favorite, that’s all.