Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

He looked to her—finally, a true look—and he could have swore her eyes were more gentle upon him now. He blinked and she stood—the trace of mothers milk coming over him as she stepped forward, the faintest trace of her against him to mark her scent upon him—

—and he then realized there was a stirring of pent up energy within him that had been satiated prior with the few female partners he had.

“I’ll just wait outside the borders for her,” he offered, his dark figure raising swiftly before he began a hasty retreat. Reverie called back to him, and he swung his own muzzle back to look at her, offering only a nod before continuing to sweep forward—

—Only to be in the sudden presence of his daughter—her eyes fast upon him, her question revealing she had been around for a bit, now.

Pale eyes swept over her—the barest quirk of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Your older sister, Lilitu,” he offered with a quiet rumble, uncertain if Reverie still watched them and unwilling to look back to her pale golden form.

“If you’re interested and have time, I can tell you about her and Arielle… her littermate.”