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On toward a temporary second home, to the abode that inhabited her son and his contagious ailments. If bespoke masks were fabricated here she would be undoubtedly covering her face each time she visited her sick child, worrying she would be piggybacking any transmittable diseases onto the rest of her brood. They now didn't necessitate the goodness that leaked from her teats, and so their natural immunity gained from her and her milk would now slowly dwindle. She needed to take certain precautions during these extra delicate times.
Never would the unstable woman abandon her kin, and she made the journey twice a day to and fro each confined den to revisit if his health bettered or worsened. Providing parcelled meals on each occasion. Her mass echoed this continuous, taxing commitment. Her sides fell away under the heavy pelt she always carried, hoping this veiled her underweight form to the eyes of those that would take advantage of her during her ongoing obligation.
A leg of a deer, snatched and seized from the pack's healthy caches, was her choice to gift her son today. She could see the mouth up ahead, the one that sat agape on the woodlands floor. The pit and sanctuary for her little boy. Though she wasn't aware this was where Nightwalkers rotting prisoners were once kept. Was she a terrible mother depositing him in such? Maybe. But, oh, she loved him so.
'Oh, my bubbins?', she cooed out cheerfully to her pale son.
Never would the unstable woman abandon her kin, and she made the journey twice a day to and fro each confined den to revisit if his health bettered or worsened. Providing parcelled meals on each occasion. Her mass echoed this continuous, taxing commitment. Her sides fell away under the heavy pelt she always carried, hoping this veiled her underweight form to the eyes of those that would take advantage of her during her ongoing obligation.
A leg of a deer, snatched and seized from the pack's healthy caches, was her choice to gift her son today. She could see the mouth up ahead, the one that sat agape on the woodlands floor. The pit and sanctuary for her little boy. Though she wasn't aware this was where Nightwalkers rotting prisoners were once kept. Was she a terrible mother depositing him in such? Maybe. But, oh, she loved him so.
'Oh, my bubbins?', she cooed out cheerfully to her pale son.
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