She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color." She is clearly referencing the son that now lays brightly against her belly compared to his siblings who were majority of silvers and blacks. "What about my other baby, I cannot see him well, did not see him well… I know he too had a white face."
She tries to adjust, tries to see, and it takes some doing to let her rest in a way that now used Senketsu as a leanto for her head to look down on her last born child. "He is like me, he has become one with his brother. See, the red and black are different on his face there..." Her face softens. "But wait, look," she says, her brows high and her expression confused. "Six toes!" She is amazed and confused, unsure if it was a part of his combined nature or if there was some six toed gene in her mate’s heritage. "How remarkable!"
She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color."
She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color." She is clearly referencing the son that now lays brightly against her belly compared to his siblings who were majority of silvers and blacks. "What about my other baby, I cannot see him well, did not see him well… I know he too had a white face."
She tries to adjust, tries to see, and it takes some doing to let her rest in a way that now used Senketsu as a leanto for her head to look down on her last born child. "He is like me, he has become one with his brother. See, the red and black are different on his face there..." Her face softens. "But wait, look," she says, her brows high and her expression confused. "Six toes!" She is amazed and confused, unsure if it was a part of his combined nature or if there was some six toed gene in her mate’s heritage. "How remarkable!"
She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color."
She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color." She is clearly referencing the son that now lays brightly against her belly compared to his siblings who were majority of silvers and blacks. "What about my other baby, I cannot see him well, did not see him well… I know he too had a white face."
She tries to adjust, tries to see, and it takes some doing to let her rest in a way that now used Senketsu as a leanto for her head to look down on her last born child. "He is like me, he has become one with his brother. See, the red and black are different on his face there..." Her face softens. "But wait, look," she says, her brows high and her expression confused. "Six toes!" She is amazed and confused, unsure if it was a part of his combined nature or if there was some six toed gene in her mate’s heritage. "How remarkable!"
She is mostly with him, mostly aware, and she makes acknowledging sounds when he compliments her, the pups, and then reassures her after going outside and making a call to what sounds like a healer. It relieves her enough that when he has curled back up with her and speaks on their third child’s name, she has enough energy to smile and agree. It was perfect, though she thought that it was less about his color and more about his sweetness in making his own way to her belly as she laid back to rest.
"Yes, yes. Junketsu. And my little Maiko, I will teach her all I know." She is a mere wisp of voice, so tired as she is. She finds comfort in the fact, however, that he and his scent envelopes her so entirely. "And Showa, Showa is the name for what my people call his, my, color."