Fantasy Raising wolves-- in character--

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Time
7 AM

Weather
cold and rainy

Locations

What's currently going on
wolves and humans alike are probably waking up for the day, the alpha's live in houses with their spouses (the ones that are married). They live up in the mountains in the forest, a nearby town is nestled on the edge of the mountain. Unknown dangers lurk everywhere, the town is full of prejudice people who seek to hunt out the wolves, the forests themselves are not much safer. It's especially dangerous for those who are not werewolves, but humans. But, life is never as simple as they seem to be in fairytales.....


Forrest




Town

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[StormWolf]

Anson had already been awake for a couple hours. Not quite bright eyed nor bushy tailed, but he got to enjoy the sunrise. Morning mist placed prickly, icy kisses along his broad shoulders and back. How he loved the smell of fresh rain. He breathed deep, swaddling himself in the alpine bouquet, tinged with a hint of coffee and whiskey from his mug. This little town was truly a haven for their kind. It had problems, as any community with more than one werewolf would, but it was safe.

Gods, how he wished Annabelle was here to enjoy this with him...

Clearing his throat, Anson scrubbed his face with a rough, calloused hand. Damned rain. Lumbering back inside, his bare feet treading softly as they could across the paneled wood, careful not to wake the girls under his care or whomever drank too much the night before and opted to hunker down in the dining area of the Elkhorn Brewery. Slipping into a heavy flannel bathrobe that matched the flattering cut of his pajamas, he made his way to the kitchens and stoked the cook-fires. While it was a brewery, and therefore possessed had a selection if libations as wide as they were fine, it was also well known for its spectrum of hangover cures.

Before long, the scent of maple bacon, eggs, biscuits, and sausage gravy billowed up and mingled with the smokey-sweet aroma of the ovens. Anson found that with young wolves, that was far better than any alarm clock. Slowly, the warmth from the blazing kitchens chased away the clinging chill of the night, clutching onto the soft pattering of the rain. It was a time of relative peace, but also one solitude. There was silence in an empty den, but it was just that. Empty. Pouring himself another cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey, he crammed such dour thoughts down, and put a smile on his face. With how the faint wrinkles at his eyes pinched, it was evident he used to do it often.

Pancakes wide as a plate, thick and fluffy, were stacked with bacon and hash, slathered in butter expected in southern cooking. The young ones got something special, off the menu, so to speak, though Kiera would get one extra flapjack to prevent a fuss.

It wasn’t spoiling, as much as preventing an international incident with a bribe of calories and carbohydrates.

 

[Bastion Royal]

Heavy mist exhaled before it found its way back into the depths of lungs, repeating the process taking into a stern appreciative value of the cold, dreary and entirely peaceful miserably rainy day. Something that resonated deep within the deep dark snuffed out embers of a soul. It might be one of the very few days that could touch that aching longing for a time where the ground was frozen, and the air was painfully crisp. Only accented now by a clean and sharp mountainous accent that perhaps someone somewhere might have suggested was enough to grow hair on one’s chest. A highly questionable feat to a younger childlike mind but unable to decide if it was false statement or a dangerous juvenile warning.

Arm crossed from knee to knee. Creating a bridge over the limbs as the scent of the outside world was only interrupted for him by the scent of brewed dirty bean water. Sitting heatedly at his hip against the wooden porch he had taken residency. An overhead of pine and cedar shielded most of the porch from the soothing beat of rain falling from the pregnant gray clouds’ overhead. Washing the world clean or making a loose attempt at it.

The quiet. It was the quiet that had lured him at the cusp of dawn out here. Given the reward of the chill of the rain, considering the town from his limited point of view. Seeing just the start of a few of the homes and buildings but mostly the prickly bundles of pines and a displacement of other canopied trees, that were daring enough to take on the rough soil. And, flourish of all things!

Fingers tips graced over kneecap to pick up the lip of the mug. Shifting it about to let that deep rich wonderfully bitter coffee run down to warm belly. He wasn’t personally sure how long the day was going to stay quiet considering what the town was and when the truth of reality would break open this morning.

But for right now? Well, he wasn’t about to start complaining.

Soon enough others would be awakening to take on the challenge of the new day, though he had to curiously wonder if it was going to just be a personal challenge for each, or as a whole? Silver caged over that of green as irises pulled up, watching a beaded collection of a drop fall from the gutter on the overhang. As if trying to drawn is attention away from potentially morose thoughts. Ones that were quickly reminded to be purely inconsequential.

No, he’d take this morning as is. Later would be work, right now? It was the lull.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Jim Gilmour

Jim was still fast asleep, the pleasant sounds of his snoring mixing with the patter of rain hitting the roof. He was quite a heavy sleeper, with half of his body hanging off the bed, and the other half wrapped around Natalie. He'd tossed and turned throughout the night, much like how a dog does when it's dreaming. He even howled a few times sleepily. Of course, Natalie wasn't too thrilled, so Jim became re-aquainted with a spray bottle. The Alpha was finally roused by the shrill sound of the alarm clock, the high pitched ringing nearly making his ears ring. He nearly growled in anger, slowly rousing from his pleasant slumber. He let out a yawn, long and deep, whining a bit at the end of it like a dog. He turned the damned clock off, rubbing his dark eyes sleepily as they drifted over to his wife. He smiled at the sight of the blonde, his calloused hand stroking her hand before he kissed her and finally went to the living room.

Jim stared out the backdoor of his home, catching that familiar scent of the morning air in his nostrils. He also smelled... something. It smelled like Natalie. He could recognize her scent without a thought, but it smelled...odd. He couldn't really explain it, but something was different. Maybe a new perfume? That stuff smelled weird to him. It was during this reflection that he realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was a bit embarrassed at first, but then he figured no one would mind him being shirtless in his own home. He knew Nat wouldn't mind, at least. Jim then remembered one very important thing: the Parley was today. He somehow forgot it was a full moon that night...no matter. There wasn't much to discuss with thr other Alpha's, so it would most likely only last a short while. Then he could just head back home, cuddle up with Natalie, and probably pass out. Or at least that's what he planned on doing...

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[Crimson Rose]

Amarah Mae



Amarah was rather bare at the moment having transformed in the middle of the night into her human form, lying rather limply against the rather comfortable bed she shared with her beloved Mary. Sure the bed didn’t match the level of comfort as her favorite couch did, though snuggling beside the dark-haired beauty’s side in bed made it by far better. Along with being buried beneath by a rather large pile of blankets they have obtained over their time of being together making the bed rather warm. Plus a couple of crumbs from when Mae had gotten up to sneak into the kitchen to grab a rather small bite to eat in the night. Yet she ended up eating half of the newly bought groceries that were in the fridge.


Other than that it felt like today was going to be a great day so far. From the sounds of outside, there was water falling from the sky again! Wonderful to play in with some of the other packs' wolves and then they'd probably all get yeld at for tracking in mud. Best of all no signs of evil thunder or lightning in the storm so far to protect Mary from and no blaring alarm clock to wake up her beloved up yet! That is until she spoke too soon. That dang clock started blaring its atrocious daily noise. Making Mae bury her head beneath the blanket to escape the noise sliding rather closer to her wife wrapping her arms tightly around her, letting out a soft growl to the clock. As a minor attempt to get her to stay a bit longer.​

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[TerrorKitty]

Mary groaned and reached up to turn off the alarm clock with a loud groan before turning over and lifting the blanket to cuddle underneath with Mae only to find crumbs, prickling her skin in that gross uncomfortable way. Immediately throwing the blanket off the both of them and patting Mae on the head. "Bad girl! No eating in bed. I swear you're more like a child than my wife." She chitted as she pushed Mae off the bed and wiping the crumbs and fur off with a duster. "You know Marah, you're supposed to be an Alpha, not a puppy."

Sighing Mary climbed out of bed and started a small breakfast while she waited for Mae to get up. Leaving a pile of bacon on a plate the tall girl moved herself to the bathroom to get a good shower, making sure to set up the doggy fence to make sure Mae doesn't try to bust in while in her wolf form and drag wet dog hair everywhere. "Sweetie! You have a meeting with the other packs today!" She called out from the Shower.

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[Saffern]

Varian Dudzai

A soft whine emitted from a ball of rusty red frosted with black at the persistent tickling in his ear. After a few more moments of enduring the torture, he gave up the pursuit of sleep and shook his head violently to dislodge the pester. With eyes half squinted, he glanced around for the offender and growled as something brushed against his rounded ears. He shrank his neck back into his fur at he glowered upwards. Blinking in confusion at the unfocused fern waving mockingly in his face, Varian opened his heterochromatic eyes to confirm what he was seeing.

As it dawned on him that he was damp and cold, the fern came into focus, and Varian cast his gaze to his surroundings. He was in the forest. Again. He really had to stop doing this. Shivering as a breeze hit his wet fur, he poked his snout out of the little nest of willows and ferns. He hastily withdrew his snout with a huff as the rain had fully doused it. This was the worst. He hated rain; it was so just wet, cold, and gross. His fur wasn't as dense as most of the wolves he knew so it also meant that his body got soaked faster. His stomach snarled like when Jim was displeased. Great. He had to get up and get soaked now.

How had he gotten himself into this predicament again? He remembered chasing a rabbit then chasing a deer and tracking it for a long time. He had started to head back, but he got tired and decided to take a quick nap. Ah. The nap. Maybe he should avoid doing that in the future and just soldier through his sleepiness. After all, a were could never be certain of the form their body took when they were asleep and things could go south quickly if a human stumbled on a deep sleeper like himself. Slinking out into the rain, Varian shivered and quickly started loping home as soon as he got a good sniff. Keeping his head ducked as he ran, he headed back towards Jim's house. It wasn't long before the shivering wet hybrid was sitting on the alpha's doorstep, wondering if he should whine or scratch at the door. Sniffing, he wagged his tail as he suddenly noticed Jim's scent at the backdoor. Great! He didnt have to worry about waking anyone up to get back inside. Quickly pattering around the large house, he lowered his ears and tucked his tail a little as he slinked around the corner and over to Jim. He could smell Natalie on Jim as usual but got distracted from this whole communicating thing as he suddenly noticed that Natalie's scent had changed. Sniffing fascinatedly, he tried to puzzle what was different, and he realized it somewhat reminded him of the scent change in the pregnant werewolves of his old pack. It wasn't exactly the same though so it confused him, and he kept sniffing curiously, not paying attention to Jim really until the alpha responded to his presence.

Rusty of Shackleford

 

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Natalie love to fall asleep listening to the rain hit the roof of the house, it felt so calming and relaxing. Of course what made it even better was when she could lay next to her husband, smiling softly at herself as she thought about it.there was going to be a lot of changes happening to them in the coming months, Natalie had just found out she was expecting their first child. She had not told Jim yet, she wanted to be sure everything went well before she let the cat out of the bag. She promptly put her feet over the side of the bed, lifting herself up slowly as she tried to let her eyes adjust to the morning.

Usually she was the first one up, but lately she’s been really slow and didn’t have much energy in the morning. She quickly got out of bed and joined her husband in the other room, as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “I love you-- so much…” He was her best friend, somebody she had known since she was little and somebody who had tried very hard to fill that void that she needed.

She worked her way into the kitchen, making sure that everything was set for breakfast and went about making it. Jim was pretty easy to cook for, he ate raw meat for that matter, so she didn’t have to worry about getting things well done for him. “What you want for breakfast honey?”

Rusty of Shackleford (Jim)

 

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Mentions: StormWolf (Anson)
interaction: Veltsu VI (Red)
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The rain had been going on most of the night, but for some reason the little pup felt more at home outside under the fallen tree than in her own princess like bedroom. She was currently snuggling with red, she was like her adopted sister and she felt safe when they were cuddled up together. In fact it had been her idea to sleep out there in the first place, read usually just followed her along and did what she wanted. Kiara did not understand her adopted sister, she didn’t understand her one bit. While she was quiet and reserved, Kiara was a force to be reckoned with.

She would often cause trouble, but not really on purpose it was more because trouble seemed to find her wherever she went. She felt bad for always causing trouble for dad, after all he was praising her pretty much on his own. Sure, there were the other members of the pack who would take turns watching her, but she could sense that he was lonely. Wolves, Were or other kinds were all the same in one area, they needed a mate. She looked down at her paws, before she got up and shook off the rain that had gotten her wet.

“Red…. Wake up! Let’s go have some breakfast, I am very hungry!” she began to run her nose into the other pup, she tried to wake her up. After she had accomplished that, Kiara giggly began to head over towards the house. She ran in, tracking mud into the place as she quickly walked towards her dad as she turned into her human form. “What’s for breakfast? I could eat a horse! I’m so hungry!”

 

[Veltsu VI]

Red - Wolf => Hybrid

Forest
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Red waked up as her adoptive sister poked her. Last evening had been tiredsome to her as she had followed her sister around forest, fast as she could. Most of her wounds, when Anson had found her last winter had healed, but she did time to time make new because her clumsiness and branding at her stomach started always hurt lot when she tried run. It didn't help that her immunity system hadn't recoved from years of starving and cold, so she was most vulnerable to get sick in pack, even to cold that werewolves normally didn't suffer. That still didn't stop her to follow her little sister to sleep outside when her sister wanted that.

As she waked, she noticed how her sister started heading towards home. Red slowly get up from under the fallen tree, she was smaller than other female wolves who would be at her age, let alone males, she also didn't fully feel like she would be as old as she was, thanks of years alone in forests and without real ways to follow days. She had barely remembered year when her time in forest had started, what was way how they knew her age, approximately. As she didn't remember day when she was born, they had choosed that her birthday for now would be day when she had been found from forest, as it had been at December.

She followed her sister to home, she did stop for moment at doorway, but as she saw that her sister had gone inside without cleaning herself, she followed, trying to step to her sister's paw marks, hoping that she wouldn't leave so much mud on floor. As she arrived to kitchen, she saw how sister had turned in her human form. Red wasn't as brave and just turned to her hybrid form, plus it was easier to her to make her turns slowly because brand that hurted when she switched forms. After turning she sit on floor, covering herself, even if it was just Anson and Kiara at room.​

 

[Crimson Rose]

The sleepy alpha whined from the sudden loss of warmth, shivering partially. A frown growing on her face “No bad girl,” Mae said very much half asleep, tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. Welp there goes her peaceful cuddle morning time. Though really she should have expected this outcome from Mary this wasn’t the first time after all. She was hungry though and Mary looked really peaceful when sleeping, so it seemed reasonable at the time to eat the cake near her after her food raid in the midst of the night. It was good cake.


Amarah Mae rolled back against the wall on the floor so that she could watch Mary walk out of the bedroom. “I am an Alpha.” Amarah remarked quietly, rising up off the ground to go put some clothes on.


Once dressed, and Mary was in the bathroom taking shower, the alpha werewolf made her way to the kitchen, straight to the plate of bacon. The food smelled so good, but Amarah must contain herself. Though maybe she could just a few bites? No bad Amarah what if it’s only part of breakfast and there’s suppose to be more to go with it!


“A meeting? What time?” Mae called back, keeping her focus on the cooked meat in front of her. The girl could feel her self shifting quite fast from her human form right into her black wolf form. Whining to herself Amarah began spinning in a circle, a trail of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Until she couldn’t contain her self and lept halfway on the counter taking a mouth full of bacon and darting out of the kitchen to devour it under the coffee table in the living room.

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[Saffern]

Saskia Moireach

A pale nose poked out from under a thick blanket on the couch in Anson's living room. Even though there was other options, Saskia always found herself on the couch when she woke up. At least she had finally learned to stuff her computer under the couch before crashing. Cracked screens had gotten expensive to repair.

It took her a few moments to realize what had woken the blonde up. Her groggy mind and dry nose taking their sweet time. Licking her nose, Saskia was hit with the scent of the hearty breakfast Anson had prepared for the pups, and she stirred.

Slipping off the couch, the lady shifted and dragged the blanket with her to her technical room which she basically used as a closet. Her long hair stuck out in weird directions and she eyeballed herself in the full body mirror. Sticking out her tongue and pulling down her lower eyelid at her reflection, Saskia growled. She continued her pursuit of clothing, shivering as she slipped off the blanket and kicked the door shut behind her. Two tunic shirts, a hooded long cape, and thigh high socks in fun colors later-she was heading down to the others.

Walking into the kitchen with a squeaky yawn, she blinked as she saw the naked Kiara and Red. In a quick smooth motion, she took off her cape and a shirt. She swooped on Kiara first, quickly trying to pop the tunic shirt on her which would likely look like a dress on the pup. Saskia turned to Red and slowly held the hooded cape up to put it on the girl. Last thing she wanted to do was startle her; it was too early for that.
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[StormWolf]

Anson "Ironhide" McCall - The Elkhorn Brewery; "McCall Den"
After some time waiting, Anson had contemplated going up and rousing the proverbial troops himself. It was unlike them to be late to any meal, let alone the first one of the day. It would be a vast exaggeration to say that the McCall Den had any sort or semblance of order, rather a kind of controlled chaos that Anson had adapted to over time. Sometimes he could anticipate it, and therefore control it, or otherwise nip it in the bud, but by the nature of chaos - and the girls he oversees - you're fooling yourself if you think you can contain it all the time.

The rainy morn had proven to be one of those days, as the wide, barn-like door of the Elkhorn swung open with a low moan of iron hinges, and in charged the little wolf pup he knew was his. Sodden to the bones and tracking mud across the floors he'd washed and waxed not ten hours ago. If that wasn't enough, she underwent one of her enviously smooth transformations as she sidled up to the bar, bright-eyed and beaming in her birthday suit. Red wasn't far behind, matching Kiara's stride step for step, a charming and endearing sight... at least until she shifted into her half-way form. Seeing the two of them as two peas in a pod warmed Anson's heart, but this was something that occurred far too frequently to be considered "cute" anymore. The novelty had worn off like cheap cologne, leaving Anson with more work. Taking a deep breath, Anson's lips pressed into a thin line as he sucked on his teeth.

"Mother Luna, give me patience," sighed Anson. "Girls, you're werewolves, not wild animals," he grumbled. Growing up in lycanthropic society, Anson isn't what anyone would consider prudish, but two sky-clad girl-children in his place of business before official opening hours was not a good look. "Did y'all sleep outside all night?" It couldn't be helped, Anson supposed. They were young, the wolf still loud and wild, those wild instincts warring with those of the human. He'd been in their position once, long ago, and he was as much a hellion as Kiara was, if not more so. That apple certainly fell straight down.

Thankfully, Saskia sauntered into the kitchen shortly thereafter, looking somewhat bedraggled as she draped the pups in something. If Anson had to guess, the ruckus is what roused her. "Much obliged, darlin'," said Anson with a truly appreciative expression. While Saskia had an occasional juvinile air about her, he was thankful for the help she provided, without which he'd be spread impossibly thin. Their pack was a small one, with Sasika and Anson being the only active members. Kiara being a child, Red still recovering from whatever mysterious traumas she had endured, and the remainder of their number departing with an unwillingness to follow an outsider.

Another long quaff of his coffee quieted such musing discontentment once again. Anson's lips pulled away with a modest smile, but it didn't really touch his eyes.

"Only the best for my girls. Flapjacks with sides of southern comfort." Snatching the plates from beneath the heating lamps, Anson arrayed the champion's breakfast out before them. The butter had melted and saturated the thick pancakes, while modest side plates were piled with biscuits, sausage gravy, fried eggs, and center-cut bacon. Individual saucers of maple syrup was put out for all three of them - Sasika included. Coffee was poured for the adults while tall glasses of milk were provided for the pups. Lycanthropes ran hot, their metabolism at near-supersonic speed to power their regenerative properties and supernatural senses. Not to mention that all three of the werewolves before Anson had just gone through a Change, and that burned a truckload of calories.

"Eat up, clean up, and get whatever rambunctiousness outta you by midday," Anson said, holding Kiara's gaze at the end. "There's a moot with the other Packs in the region, and I expect the best behavior," Anson rumbled in his rough basso timbre. "We're strongest together, and we can't be seen as weak. That's how we survive. Hooah?"

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Veltsu VI

 

[Veltsu VI]

Red - Hybrid

Home
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StormWolf
Saffern

Red looked down to her feet when Anson started to lecture them. She felt to that she should have stopped Kiara from running inside to get mud off them. She didn't notice how Saskia dressed up Kiara with shirt and how she then turned to her, before cape touched to her fur. It did startle her bit, but she relaxed immediately when she noticed that it was just cape. She nodded to older female, before looking again to Anson, who was now giving them breakfast. Red waited that her little sister would start eating before she get on table and started eating, with small bites.

When Anson told about meeting and how they shouldn't show out as weak, she felt ashamed of herself. Last time she had all her bandages still on and she didn't feel so strong now either, even if she wasn't covered in bandages. To Hooah, she nearly whispered "Hooah."​

 

[TerrorKitty]

Mary stepped out of the showers and began to dry off as she heard Mae yell down the hall. "It's at Noon, and you're getting a bath!" She yelled back only to hear the clattering and scrapping sounds as her wife ravaged the breakfast she made. Letting out a long-winded sigh Mary continued back into the bedroom and getting dressed, as she quietly bit her lip as she finished her outfit before marching out to the living room. Visibly angry Mary simply flipped the coffee table over, revealing the ravenous wolf. "I thought. I thought you had some self-control Mae, but I guess not. You're being leashed, today I'm the alpha." She fumed out as she attached a collar and leash around her wife's fluffy neck. Holding the end she sat onto the couch and surprising herself as the tall woman began to cry. She loved her wife, more than anything, but dealing with her could be so difficult sometimes it just became overwhelming.
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[Crimson Rose]

The black wolf flinched at the sudden flipping of the table from her rather angry wife, swallowing the last of the bacon she had pilfered from the plate in one bite. It wasn’t all the bacon though Amarah did still leave quite a bit still back on the plate in the kitchen but guess it was still too much taken? She shouldn’t have listened to her stomach. Flattening her ears, feeling guiltier and guiltier by the minute, looking up at Mary with deep sorrow-filled eyes. Crouching her body closely to the ground as a sign of submissiveness while her leather collar was fastened around her neck pushing down on her black fur and hooked by the metal clip. Most werewolves would have found this rather degrading, being leashed like some kind of dog and put up some sort of protest against it. Yet Amarah never protested once being leashed by Mary she actually liked it, made her feel close. Mae stood up from the ground about to move closer to the couch, only to freeze in place. She made Mary cry, and it hurt bad. Amarah didn’t like to see her this way, and it was all the raven furred alpha’s fault.

Amarah let out a whine striding up to Mary. Taking a step up onto the couch and plopping her self gently onto her wife’s lap. Licking the tears on her cheek.

TerrorKitty

 

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Kiara was a little surprised when she was suddenly put into a shirt, she liked being naked it made her feel free and more like a wild animal. She loved acting like a full blood Wolf, even though she was a werewolf which was different in many areas. She found herself giggling as she quickly clapped her small little hand, as she quickly began to dive into the pancakes. She had her mouth full of pancakes, as she quickly got syrup all over the place and a small growling noise be heard. “Daddy Dif Food If good….” She began to talk with a mouthful of pancakes, as she quickly reached over for some milk in order to wash it all down with.

“I decided I don’t want to go to school today, I want to play all day! So I’m not going to school!” She had a huge smile on her face, as if she was proud of herself for insisting she stay home. Syrup dripped from her small teeth and she looked rather happy, it was hard to believe that she didn’t have the mother, except for the fact that she acted wild most of the time.

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