every day brought her closer to them. growing wider with each rise of the moon, feeling the weight of them heavy in her belly. she busied herself with preparations when she could spare a moment, dragging thick furs back to the den, feeling the need to have some measure of soft on which to bring them in to a world that would be little but hard. for all the strength they would need and the power she would hone within them she knew the simple pleasure of luxury at home.

content, as much as she can be, she sets to patrolling. not only the borders of her home but the many paths that wind within it, keen to find some company, ideally that of her own flesh and blood.

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even if her mother had not made any verbal announcement, faustine would have already known. it wasn't simply that she was @Louve ♔'s daughter, non, it was the obvious signs of it, and the smell, the taste of a pregnant woman on her tongue. faustine had grown sensitive to these, the primitive yet complex nature of a woman's body, as god had created itself in the image of women in order for her to make life from her own flesh. her mother had shown it thrice now, how she was the perfect embodiment of godhood and womanhood. therefore, faustine had no shame to admit she wanted to have a taste of what louve had. if only she could find a man as dedicated to her as papa was to maman.

the young dieudonne woman was careful to approach louve from where louve could notice her. her steps were still soft, effortlessly liquid-like and graceful, as she made her way to her mother's side. faustine craved private moments like this, and admittedly, she craved some time spent alone with her mother of all family. maman she said, hoping to gently bump louve's shoulder. they were now the same height, even the same weight, but pregnancy had changed louve so that she would look bigger. all the more to give room for faustine's future siblings. tu as l'air bien you look well she said, relieved to be speaking in the tongue of her most precious bloodline.

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oh how quickly they had grown. time was a wicked creature to make the days pass in such a way, the years disappearing behind her so that her small cubs blossomed in to confident adults. each was different, vastly so, and louve learned the many faces of love.

@Faustine was much like herself and there is an easy fondness as her shoulder bumps her daughter's, welcoming the company without hesitation. "je suis," a response as easy and simple as her welcome. they fall in to step, side by side, too alike to have trouble in matching eachother.

"souhaites-tu le tien, un jour ?" do you wish for your own, one day? idle curiosity, though she can scarcely imagine becoming a grandmother.

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