Deepwood Weald let there be more light

She breathed a sigh of relief. Some days, the pups fulfilled every wish she could have ever had. Other days, they fussed, and smelled, and protested all that was good for them. She was grateful that Kitimat was forgiving this time, and did not insist that he gum her sore spot.

”Thank you Kiti-Sweet,” She said, reaching forward to touch her nose to his- he had raised his head, she’d thought, to question- and found herself staring into small, but twinkling eyes. She smiled. ”Kiti! You see Mama? Mama- you see Ma-Ma,” it would be some time before the boy could speak but- she sought to teach him now, at least, the word for her.