Blackfeather Woods It's not nice to stare, really

The child followed her actions, the way her mouth moved; opening and closing. Her eyebrow marginally raised, in the slightest bit creeped out but also quite honored, that her child should chose her to domestically stalk. Not Kove, but her. It was the kind of thing built for the Brotherhood and for that, she was quite proud of the little guy for such an early start. Perhaps, that was what she told herself to ignore the fact she had birthed an unstable child, none would know.

"C'mere," She indicated to her outstreched paws, deciding this would be the best time to administer a tongue bath. The children were awfult dirty 90% of the time, and she would not have dirty little children. They were strange enough.