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Haku’s reaction had surprised the Rosea. His words and wishes for the swift cessation of Firefly’s pregnancy has been no secret, and Coli’s arrival had reminded Cercelee that if the pups live they would not have the stellar father they deserved. And so it struck Cer as strange watching her Lilium tenderly picking up his dead child, had she inherited more of her grandmother’s nastiness she might have made a comment about her cousin going to eat his dead young, but as it was Cer knew well enough that he was going to bury his child. For a small moment she felt pity for him, and then the unattended issue of Coli surface and the small squeaks of the pups still safely surrounded by Alexey pushed any sympathy back to where it had come from.
Svara’s reaction however was no surprise and Cercelee merely stood her ground as the female raged and raved and finally stomped away. All this time she did not move but stood protectively in front of Alexey and the pups and for seconds after she kept her pose, as if the two wolves who had just left might resurfaced and harm the young. Finally she relaxed as Firefly turned back to them, her eyes skirting their’s.
“Svara is a child... She’ll learn or she’ll leave...” Her words came in answer to Alexey’s almost inaudible muttering, but her own words were soft and monotonous, as if some machine within Cer that had all the answers was merely answering the calls as the true leader was far away, in some other plane. Turning back to the two squirming child she looked down at them sadly, whispering to the helpless beings before turning and leaving the house to Firefly. “Welcome to your home little ones.”
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