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For anyone but for Freya

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She'd been taken in by a sweet lady, one who smelled like herbs and spoke in soft voices... She had other babies there, they were bigger than herself but they were nice and didn't seem like they would bully her at all.

Tilting a pale head the duo-toned optics scanned the dark den. It was night and she had just woken up from a very long nap...

Yawning a squeaky sound the female stood up and shook out her short furred pelt, stretching out a brown spotted forelegs to reach out and try grabbing the air in front of her with a grunt. She had grown quickly but not fast enough so she was still small and she hated it.

Looking upwards was so annoying and she just wanted to sprout into something tall and mighty...

The moon sent beams of light into their home and Cata took advantage of it and bounded forwards and out into the world. Standing on the ground before her she tilted her head upwards and jerked an ocher nose to the wind and try to scent something new and exciting. Finding nothing she sighed and placed her nose to the ground to continue on into the deep dark wilderness to find entertainment.

She could smell the scents of the den, her safety, behind her and the girl shrugged as she shirked off the dangers that could be present in the world.

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Freya

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A soft voice, one she barely recognized, one she'd come to know as Freya... Mother? Perhaps now she would become as Cata couldn't remember her own mothers face... Was there ever a mother?

Stopping in her tracks the child craned her head over her shoulder to peer at the larger woman and turned around to face her. She still wasn't sure what to call the lady, should she call her mom? Mother? Mutter?

Tilting her head to the left the tiny girl bounded over to the woman with a yelp on her lips, her pale paws carrying puppy weight in a waddle as she neared. She woofed a greeting as she nuzzled against the womans legs with her nose gently. Eyes shut tight as the small woman drew warmth from Freya.