Valinta smiled as he grinned at her, at first confused and then understanding. "You're grown now. You're the man of the... of the cave." she was thrown for a loop for a second because technically, it wasn't a house, but she assumed he got the gist.
As she walked around the small room she had prepared for him in a bout sixty seconds flat, she stifled a wince most effectively. There was a reason that the floor, walls, and all ledges were padded with various bits of cloth and pillows and soft materials. She hated the sound of claws on hard surfaces, especially when they echoed.
Gunnar looked happy, and he looked extremely handsome in his new two-legged form. Unable to hide it anymore, Val ran at him and nearly tackled him with a hug, whispering more soft words in Russian and French and English and petted his hair. He was her beautiful baby, and always would be. Always.
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