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The troublemaker’s mother was roosting as usual, though her back was to the green mouth of the thicket this late night. Any lingering aches of Redshank went unheeded, smothered beneath the unbridled euphoria she’d surrendered herself to in these last few days. About from the moment her children had opened their eyes, they’d begun to babble, and howl — and now teetered into their first steps, just as Isilmë was.

Smatterings of soft pawfalls had Aure’s lashes fluttering, coaxing her from mid-slumber and making her look through shadow and moonlight to find her daughter wobbling further into the thicket. A smile pealed at her scarred lips; every event since their birth had an infectious affect on the wintermade female. Careful not to disturb little Dragomir, the greenseer gently trilled, “One more step, mui dilthen maethor. You can do it, belea.”