So, it would seem another one of her wayward children had returned home – all of them had left at one point or another, but it was Aleksei who tended to drift away without word. Karina had left in a fit each time – Orren, unable to hide his heartache at losing his father. Inna and Lekalta had both come to her and told her of their departure prior to leaving, and thankfully, the former had returned when she had sated her curiosity.


Now, with her visit from her family over, and the need to finally put her pain and heartache to rest, the Baranski matriarch had returned home to where she belonged. As Inna greeted her, she embraced both children for a stolen moment – both far from the small cubs she had raised, and now fully grown, but still all the more considered her ‘babies.’


“Let me tell you about it,” she finally murmured, and after a few more stolen moments where her muzzle would drift to both, nuzzling against their cheeks and nape before finally pulling away, coaxing them to walk with her. She would tell them how her younger brother was now the leader of the pack – how if they ever had a chance, they should maneuver their way to Oak Tree Bend and way their relatives a visit.


But for now, she wanted to spend these moments with them – the remainder of Makim’s legacy.