Amata! 
SoSuWriMo 381
Ever since the incident with the bear, the Marino matron had mostly stuck to the mansion and kept to her lupus form. Her injuries had been superficial, especially compared to Jazper's, but she was still sore and she walked with a bit of a limp where the bear's claws had cut her leg. She was quite confused about the whole thing, as well. Denali had apparently met the bear before and the creature had convinced him that it was a wolf that just looked different. It didn't surprise her her young son had been convinced of such an obvious falsehood, he had been just a baby after all, but the fact that the creature had played with him and not tried to do him harm before. It went against every inch of knowledge and instinct she had about the larger predators. It was hard to reconcile this new, strange picture with the one she had always known. Maybe her mind would change a little eventually, but Savina doubted she would ever trust a bear. Not after one had lead to her own mother's death, and nearly killed her.
The Consul had been laying in front of the fire in the large common area of the mansion, dozing off now and then. The heat felt good against her bandaged leg, and the rest of her for that matter. Savina's head rose up and her jaws opened wide in a yawn. Emerald gaze looked out the paned windows and saw that it was dark out. Perhaps she should head upstairs and start settling down for the night. Gingerly she rose to her feet and stretched herself out before heading to walked up the stairs to the second floor of the mansion.
As she walked down the hallway towards her door a strong scent caught her attention. It belonged to Amata. She had seen her daughter only in passing since she had returned to Crimson Dreams, seemingly to stay longer than she had on previous occasions. Apparently she had claimed her own room now. It was about time she went and had a decent talk with her ever absent daughter so she stood in front of the door, calling softly, "Amata? Are you there mi figlia?" From the strength of her scent, she was.
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