Her mother question made her mind work. She found it the sort of question that she might have been wonder about for some time, and she hoped her mother didn’t worry about the two girls. Mati looked away, finding the grass she sat on and picking a few blades as she thought.
“I guess so. She is distant, I think. She is unhappy about you and momma Anu, and about Haven.” Mati took a breath before admitting,
“We don’t talk much, not like I do with Haven.” Thinking of her brother was easier then she once imagined.
Mati listened, and liked the words spoke. She smiled, and looked back to the white wolfess.
“I like that.” Then she grew quiet, unsure of how true the words were. She did not see any odd pictures in her mind, but maybe only her mother could see such things.
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