Your wolf mother looked quite young, maybe about twenty to twenty-five years old... she had a kind face; Not just her expression was indicative of this but the look in her eyes as they set their sight upon you... her aura warm and soothing, she looked to be mainly snow white in fur color with a big black heart tattoo or birth mark that kind of was reminescent of a carebear symbol but yet not quite fitting to be associated with that; A smile spreading across her muzzle as she comes over to pick you up, a light playful giggle escaping from her. "Awww... is my little baby boy trying to talk to mommy? How cute! I wish your daddy was here right now... he'd be so happy to see you talking." the female wolf that is your mother coos, holding you high in the air to where you were face level with her.
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