He started to speak as he lay in front of her. He wanted her, and he loved her. While the ache still lingered, her heart warmed at his words as though he had taken the weight off her shoulders. It is when he confirms her thoughts about the others that her face falls slightly. Discordia didn't understand his reasoning, nor did her defiant thoughts agree with it. She took a glance at his extended paw and inched closer, bumping her nose against his. She wanted to speak, but she listened as her father continued. A small smile appeared as he spoke of strength and jealousy. It was possible, but it still didn't make her entirely happy. 

The girl brushed her head against her Daddy's cheek, nudging under his heavy head until she could curl up between his paws. She didn't care if his head might squish her; she wanted to be in his warm fur. To smell like him again. Discordia continued to listen to her Dads explination. In some way, she didn't think the others could be missing too, that even Daddy and the pretty lady could have gotten lost as well. She certainly didn't imagine being near something that sounded so scary.

Her head craned to look at him, rolling onto her back to see him clearly. All the questions ran together in her mind; she wanted to ask so many things and didn't know where to start. Well, she did in a way. I love you too, Daddy. Promise you will find me when I need you next time? She asked sincerely but with less hurt and more hope than before. I want them to like me. Other Mama's don't matter. I am not Mama. I am me. They can like me for me, right? Will we find everyone soon, Daddy? She didn't know the real weight her last question might carry, but she knew even the ones that didn't like her...she still didn't want them to feel as scared and lonely as she had, even if they were bigger.

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