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When Noir pressed against her, Tayui took the young girl into her arms and rocked her gently to remind her that she was still there to support her. No matter what happened, she would always be Noir's mother, even if it meant she would have to make some difficult decisions down the road. As she contemplated this, she smoothed down her daughter's creamy fur and untangled the occasional knot with her clawed fingers.
When Noir posed her question, Tayui shook her head and tried again to smooth down Noir's fur in consolation. She cleared her throat, intending to speak.
“Oh, no; not at all, sweetie,” she replied gravely. “Sometimes we say things we don't mean. And sometimes we do things we know we shouldn't do, but do it anyways. Attila knew he shouldn't take Toefur from you, but he did it anyways. I'll talk to him. Maybe he just feels lonely -- you were both gone for a while, so maybe he missed you.” She concluded with a playful wink, hoping to cheer up the young Aston girl. Since they were still young wolves, they could have troubles expressing themselves properly. She knew Attila chose violence as his means, and she also understood that Noir would always be her baby girl, no matter how old she grew. She did not know why; she had simply accepted it as a part of what made Noir who she was today.