[She hadn't recognized it was him right away either. There's a confusion of scents filling her nose, all she had seen was a shape of reds and browns. Someone's gotten away from the others, whoever it may be, and she's coming to fetch them.
Unfortunately, though it'll strike her later, she forgets that they've yet to catch up, that she's been asleep for seven months or so, that she hasn't given him proper greeting. This weather isn't the place, it doesn't occur to her.
She is in, what one might call: Hard Mom mode.
She does not respond immediately, she waits until she can stand firmly before him, her fur flurried by the wind, and her gold eyes piercing.
Peter, she resonates through him, fixed and firmed, authoritative. The first time she's ever presented herself in this way to him. It's drawn out of her from concern. Continuing: Very few living things can survive out here. Don't stray. Follow me back to the others. Do you need to hold onto me?
He can grip her fur, she means. She'll walk steadily.]
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Unfortunately, though it'll strike her later, she forgets that they've yet to catch up, that she's been asleep for seven months or so, that she hasn't given him proper greeting. This weather isn't the place, it doesn't occur to her.
She is in, what one might call: Hard Mom mode.
She does not respond immediately, she waits until she can stand firmly before him, her fur flurried by the wind, and her gold eyes piercing.
Peter, she resonates through him, fixed and firmed, authoritative. The first time she's ever presented herself in this way to him. It's drawn out of her from concern. Continuing: Very few living things can survive out here. Don't stray. Follow me back to the others. Do you need to hold onto me?
He can grip her fur, she means. She'll walk steadily.]