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[Dawali Amara]

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Your table is uber cute :] Oh and btw, Asha grew up with her mother, but Aiyanna did not. Mischka died shortly after Aiyanna's litter was born, and Asha was from a litter a year or so before that. So Asha was raised by both parents Word Count: 673 - SoSuWriMo come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops She moved closer to him, and Dawali was thankful that his daughter could be so comfortable around him. Not everyone could when they were adults, but the Kalona was thankful that this was not the case with his daughters. It felt comforting to know that he could rely on them as they had relied on him when they grew up, and that they were not afraid of being his friend when he was finished bringing them up. In one sense he would never finish being a father, for he would always worry and fret over them, but now that they were adults his powers were limited when it came to trying to control their lives and guide them onward, and thus — in a way — he was finished being a father, and had started being a friend. In this relationship that was something in between an active father-daughter relationship, and a friendship, Dawali felt at ease. She knew what he needed, and he knew what she needed, and neither was afraid of sharing these things with one another. He chuckled as she rephrased something that he would have spoken in much heavier words. True, it was "something like that". Sometimes, one could only grow if meeting resistance. Dawali had changed much since his encounter with Brennt, for example, but at the time he had been heavily conflicted. He had known his duty, but had hesitated in executing it, and with good reason. But now he felt as if these problems, these issues that had forced themselves upon his mind had helped him to become the person he was now, and he liked himself. He was thankful for the trials that the spirits put in his way. "I suppose so. And also, what else can we do, but endure?" That last sentence could have been spoken with a dark voice, but to the Chief it was not a bad thing. Enduring things made you stronger, just like Asha had said, and strength was necessary in a harsh world. If one wanted to live, there was nothing to do but endure. He sighed as if thinking when she asked what had happened here since she had gone. "It might look the same, but it has changed, if only a little." Again his mind flew to Leland, but he forced this thought away. He could talk about Catherine's litter, but presumably it was also Leland's doing, and it would probably not please her to hear of it. His eyes shifted from one place to another only very briefly as he excluded these two things from the list of things he could say, and then he spoke. "We caught a bull earlier in autumn, and I hope to put him to some kind of use in spring. I don't know what with, but if he proves to be useless he's always food." He smiled and winked at this thought, but he was dead serious, really. Often enough he had considered putting it down for a feast, but he had resisted the temptation. As long as they had enough food, he was better kept alive."And then Hemming and I finally managed to build that Town Hall up by the ceremonial fire, so that's handy in the winter. Oh, and on a personal level I have started teaching a young girl by the name of Cambria, in Crimson Dreams. Her pack has no priests, and she wants to do something about that." He had been impressed with Cambria when she had served him her quite ambitious goals, and he continued to be impressed by her as he continued to teach her. Other than the things he listed, and the things he did not reveal to her, little had happened. Auréle had had a litter and disappeared with it. Ember had made their friendship oh so much more difficult to live in, and Hemming was proving more and more of a resource to the AniWayans. In truth, despite how it had been winter, they were slowly progressing and developing.

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