my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath

[Maserati de le Poer]

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Child-rearing seemed like a full time job. After Gale and Kendra's newest litter had been born, she noticed them both taking a back-seat when it came to general pack maintenance. Fortunately for Bran and Ross, her brother had been more than willing to pick up the slack. Did Inferni support Ryan as much as the members of the Outpost supported Kendra? Sighing inwardly, Maz found herself growing more sympathetic to her nameless mother's folly: abandoning them at such a young age. Surely, if it were difficult to raise children with the help of a pack or a mate, it was damn near impossible to raise them as a non-mated loner. Fair enough. Deep down, the accented woman was very grateful for this meeting--she'd made several realisations that didn't really change anything, but they enhanced her personal understanding and therefore her mood. In that sense, they changed enough. She could ponder these thoughts more in the future. For now she had to hunt, a task which generally demanded maximum attention. Yup, sounds good! Oi'll do the same, she said before moving and diverging away from her half-sister, leaving her to shift in "private." (She certainly found it odd when others gawked at her while shifting, and sometimes others felt vulnerable in the transition states.) Between the two of them, they ought to be able to find something quickly enough. Automatically she slipped into "hunting mode;" her footfalls came quieter, her hearing was seemingly more sensitive than usual, and her nose tested the air more frequently. Her posture was low and her eyes alert. It did not take her very long to pick up on the scent trail of some kind of rodent and she moved quickly as she sought its source.

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