[ and inquisitive boy, he was; amaterasu was hardly one to self-preach in such a direct way, but it felt bad to dodge his awed prying. he sees her. belief is already there. he, perhaps, simply can't put his finger on the what exactly, but he wants to know.
the wolf looks serene, her throat reverberates, her mane of fur quivers. the kaleidoscope of colors and lights may reflect a woman that splits red lips in a grin as happily as the one the wolf wears. she cannot hug him, physically— but her aura can, large, welcoming and nurturing. she could cradle him, kiss the crown of his head, make sure he's secure enough against her bosom—
she brings that feeling. the earliest feelings a newborn should have had in a natural, loving environment. ]
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the wolf looks serene, her throat reverberates, her mane of fur quivers. the kaleidoscope of colors and lights may reflect a woman that splits red lips in a grin as happily as the one the wolf wears. she cannot hug him, physically— but her aura can, large, welcoming and nurturing. she could cradle him, kiss the crown of his head, make sure he's secure enough against her bosom—
she brings that feeling. the earliest feelings a newborn should have had in a natural, loving environment. ]
Is that not what Mothers do?