Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

When the call came, Ar-Khalba knew his world had grown significantly. The tone of Asherah's gave her away; there was exhaustion, but ultimately, her call was one of joy. He heard her from the grove, where he was caching the last remaining herbs that he had collected and dried days prior. He dropped his task immediately, casting his herbs to the dirt as he turned with a rare enthusiasm as he took off in a run toward the whelping den.

When he approached, his pace slowed to a grinding hault. He stopped a fair distance away from the whelping den and looked at the darkened hole that his newborn children occupied. Ar-Kalba kept his distance as to not disturb the new mother, but he did chuff once to let Asherah know that he was outside.