Stone Circle Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?

A pang of hurt and something like anger rose up in Grayday's chest, flashing briefly across his face as he worked through his emotions. Steady's name was nearly on his tongue before he got a hold of himself. "That's good," he said, his voice a bit odd as he struggled to regain equalibrium. It was easy to pretend that Steady was still alive when he was back at Morningside - hearing about Valette moving on was a bit jarring. But they had done nothing wrong. It was good that they'd found happiness. "She's an incredible mother," Day added, much more sincerely, now.  "You're a lucky man, Ezekiel."

His tail wagged as he thought of more tiny children running around. Their two litters would be about the same age, too - maybe they'd grow up together, like his first two alongside Keoni and Nikai.

"My mate gave birth to two girls and a boy a few days ago," he revealed. "Maybe we can arrange a playdate one day."