My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
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Éabha had healed lovely sense the bird had tried to snatch her, her sides now just had scars that lingered in every brush of her fur. She has grown, now bulky and tall, taking after her parents very obviously, now she could brag to Babushka that she was going to be taller than her! Way taller most likely, and Éabha was very proud about it too, even if she had been stunted at first now she was growing like a stalk!

Even though grown, not fully, but enough, Éabha still lacked self-safety, often getting injured or into trouble and today, it was to be another injury. The silver pup ran, barreling after a bee that tried to escape her clutches until eventually it turned on her. Right as her jaws had snapped outwards, she felt the tiny legs latch onto her tongue, yelping in confusion at the feeling but shrugging. Crunching the insect between her teeth easily.

She sat there chewing the little bug for a few moments before feeling something stuck in her cheek graze on her tongue. Huffing a bit she gnawed on it, blissfully unaware she had been stung by the little thing, but for now she laid there trying to chew the stinger out of her cheek.

Eabha worried her, just a bit. At first she'd been over the moon when she realized that the silver girl couldn't feel pain, that she'd be a perfect warrior with training, but then the mother in her kicked in.

She can't feel pain, and that meant she wouldn't know limits. Yes, Dimitri helped her realize this

Fiadh was coming home with a fawn for the children's dinner when she noticed Eabha....

With a swelling face.

Girl what the fuck.

Eev? she questioned, with a hint of concern in her voice, though muffled by the deer. You good?

My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
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Eabha was still chewing on her cheek, trying to get the little stinger lodged in her cheek out. Her tufted ears twitched briefly at approaching paws, nose twitching, smelling the fawn, and... Ma! She had brought food back. Jumping to her paws, her eyes darted before landing on her mother, and she bounded forwards, tail wagging; some would call it happy tail if they knew the term.

Hi Ma!

Her voice chirped out, though it was just barely muffled as the swelling settled in, her cheeks and muzzle growing swollen in the passing moments. Trying to yawn, she found her jaw tight but didn't bother to question it; it was tight often!

Yeah! I'm okay; I ate a little bug- it made a bbvv noise!

Poor Eabha, so clueless.