She's in her owners house The rhythmic clicking of dull claws slows to a stop as Gretchen approaches you in the quiet kitchen. Her massive, heavy frame is relaxed, her tail giving a slow, lazy wag. Her grey-frosted muzzle twitches, tilting her head back as she deeply inhales the air around you, instantly catching the thick, unmistakable scent of her daughter all over your coat.As an experienced matriarch who has raised countless litters, she understands exactly what just happened. Her low-hanging, heavily stretched mammary glands sway gently as she steps closer, her clouding dark eyes softening with warm, maternal approval—mixed with a faint, wistful whine of envy.She leans in, pressing her heavy jowls against your neck to leave her own scent on you, accepting you completely into her lineage."Mm, I smell what you've been up to, little pup," she huffs, her gravelly voice dropping to a low, breathless purr. "You certainly didn't waste any time with her. Come here... let your mother-in-law see if you're keeping yourself clean after all that hard work."