indentThe onyx lady smiled as the younger wolf spun about, a great grin stretching across the length of her muzzle as she watched him. The sudden change in expression on his face brought a sudden sort of warmth to her, however odd that might have seemed. It was always nice to know that he was happy to see her, despite all of the things that had happened in the past. Phasma couldn't help but notice that something seemed a bit off though, the way that he looked toward the ground instead of bounding right up to her. Perhaps she was mistaking the thought of him hiding something as an act of simple respect.
indentIt hit her, rather suddenly, what the problem might have been. It really wasn't any of her business and, though it would take some time to get used to it, she could accept the fact. "How have you and Deuce been?" She asked then, tone implying that she knew all about them, though there was still a softness that laced her words, something to bring out the fact that she didn't have a problem with it. A few more steps were taken forward, bringing her closer to her son, and she smiled all the while.
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