With a round of confidence, the Queen found herself patrolling through the woodlands. In all a too good of a mood, her dreams been plagued with nothing but pleasantry compared to the usual nightmares and chaos. Even without the sadness of a morning, she wasn't dwelved into a pity-party of what could be or the jealousy of something other.
And her children soared, healthier then ever before. For once.. They seemed relatively quiet, there was no shenanigans she had spied to see on them and been behaving. Growing strong though, they were far larger then Celnes imagined, and rather, continued to think they were still her puppies.. Small and faint, where she could wisk them away elsehwere without a thought. But no more, could the Queen lift her children when they done bad — in fact most of them by now, were nearly of her size.
But suppose, that meant their true size would start to follow through. Would any of her sons, tower the Queen? Or surprisingly, any of her daughters? To the fact they were getting closer to be a year old.. Age never felt stronger then it has when she bore her own. Purposeful, in their birth — she did not see herself having another litter unless a mate came to be, or another advantage. It was troublesome few months and even after, not to mention the childcare that.. She did not truly count for.
Not that she regrets, but a single motherhood was a bit more then the Queen had realized. But at least now they were more grown she often could leave the forest and stroll through, especially as soon.. The snow would completely melt. It was growing warmer, but alas the snow continued to rain upon them on days and onto the branches. She wondered when she would see the wysteria trees again..
The Queen roamed the forest, aimlessly.
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