Nova Peak And I know you're worried at night

her son shifts, little body pressing deeper into her, searching for safety from the mountainous man who happens to smell no better than bear dung. she tries not to let it nauseate her. elowen hushes him gently, her nose tracing the fragile curve of his spine. a tiny hiccup punctuates his discontent. 

her lips twitch. so stubborn. her son. "there there, kaldros," she soothes, tongue rasping gently over his tiny head, smoothing what little fur he has. "it’s all right."

she watches skorpa as he steps closer, watches as kaldros wrinkles his nose at the scent of him—she schools her expression to not do the same. 

"fat?" she echoes, incredulous, turning her eyes back to skorpa. "i think he will take that as an insult. strong, yes."