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While Harrow wondered what her siblings thought of her return--especially her littermates' and Salvia's thoughts--they were only a concern that lived in the back of her mind. She knew, or at least was certain, that they would welcome her back like their mother had. The image of Wrench flashed in her mind. She had met her while in Vinátta, and didn't know what to think of her. But she knew that her siblings, at least her older ones, saw her as an outsider. What if she was just another Wrench? No, she interrupted herself in mid-thought. She was family, they were her family. She is a different case than Wrench; Wrench didn't want to come back, which was foolish, or so Harrow thought. But, she did, and everything will be okay, one way or another. It always did.
All worries were put on the back burner, if just for now, as the mother and daughter found each other. When the familiar greeting ensured, Harrow nearly stood on the tips of her toes in order to return the nuzzle, until she realized--she had actually grown taller than Eris. A few inches was a small difference, but to her it was drastic. But, she managed not to fumble and "kissed" the woman back on her cheeks, and wanted to squeal when she felt the loving arms wrap around her. Only a soft whimper escaped her, though, and she hugged her with her strong and flimsy arms. She knew that the left arm would not go unnoticed for long, but Harrow supposed the longer it was put off, the better.
Her tail whipped behind her at the mention that her mother had something for her, and she asked to just to make sure, "You did?" She reminded herself that she was asked about something, so she quieted herself and tried to to calm her appearance, but there was no stopping the happy leak in her voice. "I live not far from here, just a couple of yards. It's a ruin like everyone else's, and it's pretty nice." But not as nice as home. She kept this out, though, since she knew that it would only bring guilt to Eris. And she definitely didn't want to make her mother feel guilty.
She tried to remain self-possessed, but a moment later the front crumbled, and became excited again. "What'd you bring, mama? What is it?" Anything from her must've been great, and was impatient to see what, and had to stop herself from demanding to see it like a spoiled child--at least, more like one.
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