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Painful Reminder Pt. 1

Family. Mavrin had been asked when she joined the Wolves if she had one of those things. Reluctantly she had said no. At one time she did have a family. She had a mate and she even had a child but they were snatched away in front of her very eyes. The very thought of what had been brought this girl to a fit of gasping sobs as the painful memory flashed before her yet again. She remembered it as if it were yesterday...

"Mavrin, honey, I'm home!" Rangifer had been gone for a week to aid the seers in the troubled city of Orgrimmar after Deathwing had torn the barrens asunder. The massive white Tauren was covered head to hoof with soot, dirt, and what looked like blood.

"Oh for Earthmother's sake!" She giggled, "Couldn't you have washed up? You're absolutely filthy." Moose waddled her way out of the opening of the tent and smiled happily at her mate as she rested a hand upon her rather large belly and held a hand upon her lower back.

Rangifer grinned widely before placing a loving kiss upon Mavrin's forehead and leaning down to kiss that big belly, too. "What can I say? I wanted to see my other piece of me. Any news from the medics?"

Mavrin nodded once before turning to waddle inside, "Yes, yes. That kind woman Peregri said that I should be due any day now. It's just a matter of time! Fel... I hope he, or she, --though she thinks it'll be a boy-- will decide to come soon!" She snorts as she lowers herself onto a bench that was padded with layers and layers of furs.

Those big blue eyes that had once been staring at Moose in curiosity was now wide with surprise. "Any day now? Oh that's wonderful, my moon!" Rangifer sat beside her and wrapped his big arms about her. "We're going to be parents in just a matter of days!" 

The two Shu'halo's spoke the rest of the evening about what they would name the baby once it was born. They finally settled on Marain for a girl and Rynafer for a boy.

As soon as the sun lowered and the warm hues faded to a darkened blue the expecting couple bedded for the night and fell into a deep slumber. However, it wasn't long before Mavrin and Rangifer were startled awake by a painfully familar voice.

"Long time no see Moose and Caribou. Too long, don't you think?"

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Shu'halo and Home

The golden stream of sunlight bounced off of the bronze plated armor that adorned Mavrin's once broken body. She stared up at the clear skies and squinted; the golden light was absolutely blinding despite how narrow the slits in her helmet was. She could hardly believe how many years it has been since she had been able to relax like this and it was easy for one to wonder whether it would last.

A wheeze was emitted from her throat, for the injury to her chest had still not healed completely and she was much too stubborn to plead for healing from the medical unit. She placed a gloved hand upon her chest where she had been kicked by that infernal conjured up by Inzan and she couldn't help but wince at the memory. She had been shot, sliced, tortured, and almost ripped apart but never had she been almost thrown down with a single blow. She almost felt ashamed of herself. Almost.

She adjusted the shield that rested upon her back and shifted her stance which summoned a crack from her aging joints. Sure, she wasn't old. But she also wasn't as young as she was ten years ago and being in three wars and Earth Mother knows how many battles can put quite the strain upon one's body. But she was content. She had hopped from guild to clan to organization and not one seemed like a place to call home. But the Winters Wolves felt like family. It felt like home.

A soft smile danced upon her hidden maw. Yes. Home. While she didn't care much for the sights of the great elven city, she couldn't really complain about anything other than the strong smell of perfume and incense. But even that couldn't deter her. She was happy. Happier than she had been in a great many years.

She rolled her shoulders and walked down the red carpet with a clop, clop, clop from her hooves with each heavy step as she made her way to the hospital.