Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

puts on Mommy Nurse Pants™

Of all the times for her sentimentality to wrench itself from her mind’s clutches, it had to be this. One moment, the maudlin on her face had reset into goading; her eyes had creased towards Verx, daring him to retaliate. Oh, she could tease just as well, if not bett—

The next moment, he’d rushed into the thicket, and she’d followed suit with Isilmë; plucking the girl from her stiff-legged grumbling and bringing her into the green warmth of the brambly abode. Ears curved toward Verx’s call just as he began to tend to Dragomir, “Stay with Isi,” was all she replied, flitting to and past the great shadow and positioning herself above their son.

Blessed with much daintier paws, Aure curled down and around the boy, and wrapped one paw beneath to gently knead up into his belly. Although the loam hadn’t been entirely digested there, the pressure should coax from below and help his throat ease and let out. “Oh, it’s— it’s soil—” she began, for Verx, but ended up massaging her tongue along the pup’s spine and shoulder blades. 

After a time, where she aided Drago in hiccuping the last bits of it, she  ( warily )  relaxed and nosed carefully at the boy’s throat. Shame lurked at her thoughts, but instead reported: “Mure was eating dirt. Just dirt.” Quietly looked to Verx with worried-relieved eyes from over a shoulder; an uncertain curl came to her lips while she waited for her pulse to beat normally once more. “I... I think it would be good for you to watch them, too.”