Walker chuckled warmly at her answer, having expected no less but still tickled to hear it. Lifting his head, he nuzzled her gently. "
And may they have the good taste of their mother." He was teasing, of course, but it wasn't so hard to believe Mosquito. The doe didn't seem the type to lie or needle with words she didn't mean.
The swan lifted her head, stretching her wings, eyes slightly aglow.
Your children will always find the strength within to face the world with strength and drive, a soft breeze filtered, carrying the sweet scent of spring.
Their happiness will always be within their grasp. MotherFather will it so. And it was done. With an inner glow of contentment, the swan quietly departed, not wanting to interrupt such a tender moment - not when she had her own to experience.
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No matter where the swamp takes us, fair dearest, we'll find each other. We'll take care of what's ours. I promise." He smiled, certain and at ease in that confidence. It was new for him, but he liked it. A family. Their own family.
Mosquito leaned back in the sun, letting the rays soak up in her shimmering fur. She was more content than usual, with Walker by side. Her pesky nature came in handy and he simply could not resist her charm - or so she kept telling herself.
