Some days, Gaëlle missed the two cubs she'd taken to live with their father. Others, like this day, she did not. Oh she'd been taught how to be a mother her whole life. But nothing really prepares one for it. And Gaëlle was VERY happy to only have to mother two cubs. She smiled slightly, looking at the napping forms of her two little daughters. They were perfect...and no one suspected they were anyone but Jokull's. They had enough coloring like his own that everyone simply assumed they took most after their mother.
And she had no issues letting others believe that, including the cubs. Jokull knew the truth, after all, that's why they rushed the marriage. That and her father trying to foist some older male she barely knew on her as a mate. She snorted, sitting up and curling her tail around her feet. She'd shown her father how much she'd agreed with THAT notion. The flutter of wings announced Terema's return before the falcon landed in front of her, careful to miss the cubs. "The hunt's almost in, my lady." Gaëlle nodded.
"Thank you Terema." She'd let the little ones sleep a bit longer.
