Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

Bastian cameo!

Asherah had gone into labor, and pups were born, alive. He lingered near the den, unsure if he was allowed to enter. He watched quietly as Ar-Khalba approached; so he was the father then. It was unsurprising, as he had been the only male in a pack of virile women before Bastian had arrived. But Eshamun's solemn features confused him. What was there to be sad about? Healthy (well, he was assuming for now) pups were born, the pack was well fed.... And as he heard it, he realized what set them apart. He wanted to laugh, tonelessly, at the irony. To push so ferverently for the birth of pups, only to lose one in a bargain with their God.

Eshamun departed, and Bastian chose then to slink up to the whelping den, poking his head in cautiously. He chose not to bring up the sombering news, that one of the three pups her body labored to make would die, instead focusing on those who would live. Are my services needed, Fräulein?