Nya had been an adult only for a short while so far and loved it. She loved the freedom and the new expertise she had using and homing her powers. She had met many mothers so far and assisted in some births too. Seeing all these lovely cubs made her smile, it was what she was meant to do.
She however was having trouble with her 'cloaking' lately. It seemed at times unbeknown to her, she would assume the form of the closest creatures mother. She had been doing it for weeks now and she was practicing every day. The problem was, she couldn't see her form as someone else's mother. She only saw herself. She found practice hard.
She stood over the little running stream, bending down over it and staring at her image, trying her hardest to assume an image on command. She scrunched up her face, trying so hard.
