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Word count: 412. Worth 2 points SSWM
Hanna paused, just some ten feet or so from the Cour des Miracles border. She was not sure exactly what she was doing there. Jacquez had made it remarkably clear that he wanted nothing to do with his daughter; why push the issue? Still, the woman held some hope that he would do right by the child, that he would grow out of his childish ways and share something with the girl in the way of a talk, or even a friendly snuggle. The more she thought about it though, Hanna wondered if her fervent wish would end up being a blessing or a curse. What if Jac began taking a genuine interest in his daughter, only to decide somewhere down the line that he no longer wanted to have anything to do with her? Young Désirée might be, but stupid she was not.
The woman waffled by the scent lines, hoping on one hand that someone happened past, hoping on the other that no one did. Galilahi had been turned loose; she would fight to the death if someone tried to eat her though she doubted anyone would try around Cour des Miracles. The pack members here owned the beasts, too; Gali could have easily been one of theirs. Tobias had flown ahead ages ago; presumably he was in a tree sleeping the evening hours away in silence. Her baby nursed happily, and Hanna stroked her beautiful, fine puppy fur as she continued her mental questioning. She wanted what was best for the little blue merle pup, but what was that "best", what did it include in its elusive definition?
When finally Desi had eaten her fill of her mother's milk, the medic sat the child on the ground, clearing the snow away to give her a place to sit, then sat next to her. The young girl was more and more alert these days, and Hanna had taken to playing with her to tire her out. Tonight they would sing, as a full moon was rising in the sky. Desi would need to know about Luna. "Sing with Mommy, Sweetheart." The pup stared blankly at first, but then Hanna tipped her head back. A clear, melodic alto raised from her throat as she howled to the deity moon, wavering a moment and then descending the scales. On the second rise, a distinctly inexperienced soprano wove into hers, disappearing and then becoming apparent again. Hanna smiled. She would learn.
Speak, think, act