Hand in hand they march
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Ayasha got a glimpse of the look on Strel’s face and assumed that he was thinking about all the death and war that had been going on. Also, she realized that she was much older than when he had probably last saw her, when her siblings were still small. Not that she was all that large. She was still shorter than almost everyone and lighter too, though she had been getting a little bit of muscle.

She gave a snort at his proclamation. ”I can imagine.” And she could. They, especially her brothers, were quite rambunctious. She sometimes wondered how her mother could stay sane with those two getting into things. Was she this way when she was younger? Probably but she thought that she was a lot calmer as a puppy. She listened to their chatter and smiled. Now this was what she was like as a child, and still was in many ways. Chatty.

Ayasha turned her blue eyes to Ahiga with a playful stern look and he became bashful. She ruffled the top of his head fondly and he beamed at her. She gave Strel a look of ‘Why not?’ but didn’t push her into giving her an answer. Though she did wonder how two males would have pups. She didn’t think they had the right equipment to do so. At Maska, she shrugged. ”Calm, but I don’t know if that is calm before a storm or if we can go back to the way things were.”


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