Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

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when the woman called, her voice cracked through with exhaustion and yet laden with hope, eshamun paused in her task, great emotions welling within her. the first was pride, that her pack should bring forth their first children. it meant perhaps that they would survive the winter to come, and be stronger for it. the second was grief, a harsh twinge that surprised the canaanite. perhaps she felt it should be her in the whelping den, with children at her breast, but eshamun put it away from her. molech would grant her these things in time. the third was dread, now that she knew what she must do, what she had promised asherah, and the fourth —
eshamun paused before the denmouth, and gave a nod to ar-khalba. these were his children; of course he should be present. "asherah," the ekar-aji called gently, before descending to her belly and making her way into the den. aware that a new mother could lash out unexpectedly, eshamun kept up her guard, eyes adjusting to the light. 
three beautiful children lay alongside asherah — eshamun lifted her gaze to the proud, drawn face of the acolyte. "you have blessed us, lovely daughter of molech."[/tr][/td][/table]