She
was an indomitable force, brave in ways that appeared natural to her but demanded
uncommon courage in everyone else.
She
taught her cubs the ways of the world, to behave in public and respect each
other in private. They saw her hunt, and the day when she was hunted, they saw
her limping back to the den, bloodied and wincing, but determined to fight
through her injury.
She
moved them often, keeping them safe while they matured. She showed her fangs
when they tried her, and they knew she was tired if she made her point with a
paw instead of her nose.
She loved her cubs, and they loved her.
She
was asked how she had grown to be so fierce and proud.
The
question puzzled her at first, then she said, “My mother was fierce,” as if it should
have been obvious.
To
her, it was.
Happy
birthday, Mum.
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