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Her eyes flicked up to meet the boys as he spoke. "Yes, Tousaint?" She responded, raising an eyebrow. She lacked some of the usual gentle nature she reserved for him - for now it went to Faust and Faust alone.

Spitting out the last of the feathers she glanced to the kit, smiling. It did not lack warmth in the least, completely genuine. It made her usual gentle smile appear cruel in comparison. "Viens ici mon petit renard.. c'est l'heure de manger." Her words were nearly a coo, spoken with the sing-song accent of the French-speaking wolves of Canadian regions.

Faust did not understand, she knew very well he would not. But he came nonetheless - eager to feast.

Motherhood came naturally to Viskani - it always had. She found it near impossible to turn away something so canine, to not treat it with love.