Bearclaw Valley time and time again

it wasn't either daughter that she found, but rather a familiar scent yet to take shape as a face until now. rala, as the woman introduced, could be found on all stretches of the valley with her scent, seemingly always in a hurry given the woman's trade. nephele had never sought her out, but thought it good to finally have figure to go along with the scent.

"ah, yeah, that's me," she confirmed, giving a friendly sway of her tail.

if nephele had known that was how she was distinguished amongst others — the one with the girls, — she would have beamed a smile so bright it might have rivaled that of the sun. if ever she were to pick how she'd be remembered in this life, that was certainly what she'd choose.

as a mother.

"apologies we've never met before," the woman started, giving space for rala to join her as they walked. "i'm not really a social butterfly."