[PRP] A Family Affair [Flye and Odysseus.]

[Buffy_the_Bloody]

She shifted on her paws, clearly in pain from the walk before. She had fallen in a crevice, or at least her paw had. She thought for sure it was broken, but then she was able to walk on it for a bit. So she was forcing herself to take those ginger steps that made her want to cry out in pain. But Flye'Leefe was strong. She didn't show weakness around others, and this wasn't going to be one of those times she did.

The dens seemed to call to her, just so she could rest. Maybe when Father returned from his little missions she would be able to get someone to help her. No one usually did come to see Flye here. Least of all the father of her cubs, Phle. That had upset her at first, but she had learned to ignore it.

So now she lay upon the cold stone of her den, and curling her paw into her body, she sighed deeply.  

[hibi-tea]

Od hadn't seen his mother in quite some time. Between his training as an assassin, and keeping himself entertained by bullying his half-sisters and their mother, the time simply flew. He found himself longing to be a fat momma's boy instead of just a fat and clumsy assassin.

Taking the initiative, he stalked from his father's den (which seemed to be getting more and more crowded by the day with the slave-sisters growing) to his mother's and stood outside of it, peeking inside with his constant brooding facial expression.

"Maaaaaaa? You home?" Was all he aked before simply seeing his way in there. She was his mother after all, so he didn't feel like he needed to have an invitation.  

[Buffy_the_Bloody]

She lifted her head from it's resting position. The voice was familiar and she knew it instantly. She smiled, and stood even though her paw throbbed with the movements.

"My baby. You have returned to see your poor mother, have you?" She asked warmly. Her babies were the only ones she was ever warm with. And they were hardly babies anymore. Her empty nest syndrome was horrible and she couldn't help but wish they were their little cuddly fuzzball selves. She missed those days!

"How are you, my Odysseus?"
She asked, head butting him gently.  

[hibi-tea]

"You're not poor," He huffed, as he returned the head butt and groomed her head-tuft enthusiastically, although for his poor mother it probably felt like he was chewing on her. He was a little ignorant of proper decorum in most cases, which was probably why he was known as a hot-head in hostile circumstances.

Beat them now, tell them they suck later.

"I'm fine," He said, with a whine, "Dad's den is crowded and he won't kick the light colored things out. He keeps them indoors. Like he's protecting them."

Which was half-true. Od's half-sister, Phleesia, was not allowed to leave the den during the evening, and Od caught her more than once trying to sneak out during the day to look at things. She was starting to sound like her slave-mother, unable to speak properly and completely unaware of the world around her.