"My time is yours, as it has always been my Queen, as it shall be your daughters as well." As the two made to leave Yakut bowed her head deeply, respectfully. "My Queen, little Queen." It may not have been the proper title to use for Orithia, who was still considered a Princess, but Yakut thought it would ease any tension the teen was feeling about the unknown conflict in her future. As the pair walked off Yakut set about cleaning up her things, the rabbit she would eat, for there was no use to let that go to waste. After retrieving the pebbles from the blood filled shell Yakut placed them near the entrance of her den. She would need to clean them as well as the shell soon in the river, but for now she could hear some of her pups beginning to stir and their needs would come first.