Blackfeather Woods gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit

See? Kind. He was kind. Maegi smiled, nuzzling into her son. I think she would like that very much, she murmured into his wine-dark pelt, smoothing stray hairs here and there. How old was too old to baby your children? Whatever the line was, Maegi was sure she was going to push it.

Maybe Scylla wouldn't get along with Sobek. Cass's kids were quite fierce, after all, and Sobek. . .well, he wasn't soft, but he didn't have the razor-sharp tongue of the girls, either. At least not to her knowledge. However, she was alone. She might take any companion she could get.

How about you, tresy? she asked, pulling away slightly to meet the pale gaze. Her mourning was subsiding, supplanted by caring for her son. How are you? Are you okay? She imagined the shaking might be traumatic for the children. Hell, it was traumatic for her.