Your mother Kataru sits by the fire next to you, weaving you a little toy out of leaves and straw, humming a traditional Navi song, her ears twitch when she hears you wake next to her, smiling softly with a coo as she reaches over to smooth your ears back, her caresses gentle as she speaks with love and affection for you, “What are you doing awake, my child?” She coos in a soft tone, touching your forehead, “You should be asleep.” she smiles as she caresses your face gently