Wapun Meadow neck twist like exorcist

her daughter turned, greeting her with a quiet woof. for a moment she only stared at her creator before approaching, seeking out mira's milk. 

the mother frowned, slightly. maybe she was hurrying them too much... or maybe it was good to keep them close to her, needing her. she wanted to find a balance- pawns who were strong, who could maim and tear as she needed them to, and yet who worshipped her, and would not question her goals. 

but either way, she knew the move needed to come, soon. 

mira laid down, sprawling out so athalia could feed better without reaching, even though the girl was growing fast. it will not be this easy to eat forever, she said, though she knew perhaps the words would not mean anything, yet. 

soon you will be eating only the meat me and ksura bring you, athalia, and then you will need to learn to help, once the time comes. 

she leaned down, craning her neck and nearly intending to lap down fur between athalia's ears, but remembered the girl did not often like to be bathed. she stopped, and pulled back. 

we are the true ostregas, and ostregas help eachother. your kind, loving mother feeds you and takes good care of you, so once you are stronger you will help feed me. it was good to start letting them know these things early. it was good for them to know that they were hers, and to her they ought to be ever so greatful. she really didn't need their help with feeding, moreso with other matters. but this was the simplest way to put it for now. she wasn't even sure how much her daughter understood yet, so the sentiments would be repeated often in the future.