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no hesitation, just as she had expected. she places her muzzle atop his broad crown (having to strain slightly to reach the top of it, given how tall he'd become). then again, she knows he'd bow to her if needed.

her son. her beautiful, brutish son.

done, Avicus says, breath stirring the hairs upon his forehead. she pulls back and regards him gravely. oh'herhh' will figh' you for your role, you know, she continues. your couh'hin. 'hLilia.

she hopes he is ready for their resistance, for she knows it will soon come.