Everything was going... acceptable so far. The kids, though loud and annoying, were silent when they needed to be (most of the time) and there was enough life in them that Malice was convinced they might make it. Where they would end up though, was more concerning. Perhaps they'd be better off dead if the Dark Brotherhood wanted them. Never would Malice allow them to take her children though. They were rightfully hers and Burke's, not of a bunch of foolish, judgmental fucked up beings. She did notice though that the lighter colored ball of fur was a real adventurer and perhaps the most lively of the brothers. 

Today began with the kicking and squirming of her babies, then followed by the now familiar feeling of them feeding. She lifted her head up to look, only to find the smaller pup gone. Oh my Lucifer, where could it have gone?! Then she noticed the smallest of tails coming from beneath the older son. She sighed in relief, but was not at all happy with this behavior. She gently picked Vassago up and placed him near one of the nipples that was further away from little Pyro, hoping Vassago's reckless actions hadn't awoken the child nor Burke for that matter.

Malice was pretty much grounded here, in a den with restless males and their internal struggles. The only one that she could relate to was little Pyro. The small one, yet strong of mind; she could tell, would always await for it to be over. Yes, he was terrorized now and then by his bigger brother, but he didn't squirm- hardly reacted at all. That was something to admire in your own son, Malice thought. 

With bigger and more active Vassago struggling to remain at the spot was not a problem. The small one wasn't strong, not yet, and so it was easy to remove him; even though her nipple became quite soar after the pulling. She felt a shift behind her, the colder back of the older male now partly against hers. Before she could react though, little Vassago was already on the run again. The blind thing crawled in the direction that was aimed at, well, nothing really, but Malice grunted nonetheless. She stretched her neck out to pick up Vassago again,this time placing the pup between her front legs. There, she could watch over him without him running away.

Next, she turned toward Burke. Her struggling face turned to one of guilt, one of sadness. She nosed his neck gently, sniffing in his now familiar scent. Burke... She breathed out in a sigh. She knew partly of how he felt. He wasn't feeling that great, that was obvious, but his pride must be hurting too. Not to mention anger, the same anger that once drove her to kill her mother. He was a wreck now, and he needed someone to fix him up again. And seeing as Malice was the only one there for him now, she felt it was her duty.