- Aug 25, 2023
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The grey and white splotched elder sauntered forward to the medicine den, a large crow in his jaws. Blue eyes settled upon his granddaughter, setting the bird down before gently pressing his head against hers in a gentle greeting.
"Ave ah told ya, ahm so proud of ya, my lil bird?" he asked, probably having repeated it for the seventieth time since she gave birth to his great grandchildren. Unfortunately, the nickname was a common one for those in his family- especially ones with names he couldn't bare to say. To call her maggotfur, yes it was her name, but he was never keen that she was named "maggot". It seemed unfair that she had to keep it- but he never told her this. He just never called her that.
"Ah brought this fer ya- so eat up! Ya got to regain that energy from all that hard work ya did, ya deserve it." He had brought her something, every day it seemed. Flowers he could find to brighten up her nest- feathers, prey- gifts to help her feel better while cooped up in this den. Hopefully it helped her feel less alone- right?
@Maggotfur.