Arrow Lake kleine vögel

As belea and mure began to kick and fuss at another, Aure only answered Mahler's quip with an exasperated, but tender, roll of eyes and wordless shrug of thin shoulders. She reached to separate the two, but paused at the sight of — "Beaver?" that the moaşă had brought, along with the herbs she now saw he was toting.

Aure listened to his next words, tilting her head absently at them. She'd known so little of becoming and being a mother, and even more so with the aftermath of following delivery. Appreciation thawed the tenative uncertainy on her scarred face, and she demurely nipped the fatty end from his gesture. "You humble me, Mahler, thank you," she trilled, epitome of all modesty; eyes crescenting and following his look to Verx's children as she began to tuck in.

"There has only been spottings, though if these little scandalagii continue," wincing through a spearing flutter at her tender belly, "ze thicket may as well run red, nevermind my fatigue." A pause, gnawing thoughtfully on beaver. "Well... I have been feeling weakened since ze delivery. I hope it is only exertion; I am not exactly as heavy as usual females." It was true — petite, boney; with long legs like needles. Not at all the glowing swarth that Takiyok or Blodreina held; even less the muscle.