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Just like one of her own sons. 

She was quick to make him familiar; not a gesture that would immediately be returned, though there was warmth in the appreciative smile he gave her. He had no need for a third mother, but he would accept any favouritism that he could get, like a child who cared not from which teat he suckled so long as he was nourished. 

"It will not ruffle deir feat'ers to 'ave a stranger take deir pick?" He asked, curiously. She'd mentioned one son, the one whose scent lingered in the vale as well he assumed. Perhaps they had come to accept that foreign blood might be more valuable to the leader than their own- but that didn't mean there wouldn't be some conflict as he integrated himself into their fold.