The voice came to her ears, and she lifted her head to look at the approaching wolf. For a moment the coloring and eyes led the mother to believe it was her own daughter, Willow, standing there, but Willow hadn't been seen in the lands in many months. She stood slowly, her startled emotions on her face. That voice, she hadn't heard that soft voice in years. Not since a shared cabin in Dahlia.
The matriarch spoke softly, a hand lifting to grasp a pendant that wasn't there and hadn't been in years, an absent gesture she didn't even know she still did. "Colibri?" Her voice trembled slightly as she stared wide eyed at the apparition in front of her. The girl, like her younger half-sibling, was the mirror image of her sire.
And then mismatched eyes fell to the heavy roundness of the girl's...no, woman's belly. Colibri was pregnant, unless this was another look alike child of the male Deuce had once cared for deeply. The matriarch approached slowly, stopping an appropriate distance away from the woman. She wanted to reach out and hug the woman. She didn't want to scare the woman, though.
Passion overruled reason, and the aging woman opened her arms to envelop the chocolate hued woman in a hug. It would be easy enough to duck if the other woman wished, Deuce herself was feeling shy about hugging her. How would Colibri react after Deuce so suddenly vanished all those years ago?
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