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her eyes remained fixed on the drying meat for a moment longer, but the faint curve of her lips betrayed her awareness.
theissor, she said, her voice a soft murmur, yet it carried with ease over the gentle stream. her tone was even, but there was a thread of command woven within it, an unspoken expectation.
she rose slowly, brushing her paws against her fur to remove the lingering traces of the task at hand. turning just enough to cast a glance in his direction, her gaze remained calm, almost serene.
i can feel you, she continued, her words neither welcoming nor reproachful, simply fact. step into the light for the mother. ione’s eyes were knowing, though she kept her distance, her posture unyielding but not unkind.