Mati fought the urge to draw her sketchpad from under her arm and let the charcoal capture the vision in front of her. She wished to hold it in her mind, just long enough to replay the details upon the paper. It would be something for her mother to have, something that she could look to on days when Cambria was grown and off finding adventures of her own. A memory of the past. Instead Mati looked to her hard and with solid eyes, letting her mind take in the image for future use. Later, she promised her unyielding inspiration, later she would allow for the creative release.
Paws took her closer, her face growing soft and far less intense while watching the antics of the young wolf. Mati possessed the same internal instinct the drove their kind to love the company of pups, and feel the same protectiveness her mother did. It rang in her chest as she watched the little girl, who had noticed her presence among her playground. Bright eyes focused on her, their soft placid color held the vivid gleam of excitement. The woman smiled, her voice held laughter and rang softly over the floral occupied space. Cambria, what are you getting into? The girl kneeled down towards the pup, letting her fingers pluck her own flower from the ground.
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