After caring for Terra and Ciara, she had needed a rest. She had kept to quieter parts of the pack, besides her time spent with her mate. Now she wanted to seek out her son to speak to him, to see if they could fix the rift that their previous encounter had caused. They were family, related by blood and by pack, it wasn't right that their first encounter in ages should have been one of anger and spite.
She walked slowly, her limp less noticeable than it had been a month or two ago. She came to the communal den and paused in the entrance, the soft lichen giving off a subtle scent she found soothing and reassuring. She cocked her head, looking into the den and called her son's name softly. "Noah?"
She stood for a moment, listening for a reply. Whether one came or not, she began moving further into the den, the lichen muffling the sound of her footfalls. She drew in deep breaths, appreciating the pack news that came from the scent. Ciara had healed well, she and Augustus were mates. A smile creased the woman's face as she slipped to her own shared alcove with Soran. She rolled in the lingering scent of her mate, then exited the den, waiting for her son.
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