Blackfeather Woods lavender

It takes too long to notice the clumsy steps of a child and it isn’t until she feels her presence. She jerks at the realization, turning her head a little and uncurling enough to put one paw out in front of her for balance. Ears cupped forward for a moment, trying to leaning, before they fall back against her head that she lowers to the ground. Licking her lips, she leans forward for the twitch of her nose to take in the scent. It reminds her a bit of the other mother but she hasn’t been around her children, only aware of their presence by the smell the other carries with her. After a moment, she parts her mouth and offers a soft, confused chuff.