Warmer weather was soon to come; with it, would come Shadewood’s most beautiful array of life. Newborns of all species, blooms of life from fauna and flora alike would encase and surge from within the mysterious woods, and it would prove an amazing place in which to grow, and learn. Cry had not the slightest idea of how to be a Father- he had only just recently stopped calling children ‘spawn’, so it was clear he had a bit of ways to go. Even though @Iskra had been a bit preoccupied, he had made note to speak to the learning Healer of children. But as for now, he wanted to see if Amaya could teach him anything on the matter. 

Pulling up a regal crown, he asked for the newer woman, hoping she would be able to clear his unknown of the looming subject. Until she arrived, he would sit against the trunk of a sturdy hibernating elm, patiently awaiting her arrival in the growing afternoon.

She didn’t dally- he appreciated it as much whether she shifted or not, as he had nothing important to do today other than his patrolling. A smile, polite and welcoming, tinged his dark lips only enough for the gesture to be seen, but not enough to be overbearingly out there. “Amaya- it’s been a minute. Figured to talk to you and see what you’ve been up to.” He stood and rolled out a stretch, and then turned himself to fully regard her. 

The suave ave plush woman of grey and hushed cinnamon was nice, polite, and Cry respected that as well. Wondered idly if this conversation would make her more comfortable with him, or push her further away.

”Would you happen to know much of children, Amaya? I figured it would be better to know than not,” his baritones lightly explained.

"Ah yes, Phex." He chuckled at the mere thought of the rambunctious youth. She was swiftly grwoing up in Cry's eyes. And even more so in Laroche's, apparently. But on such a related topic,

"Everything." The word flew form his mouth much sooner and much more eager than what he had even thought possible for himself. "Er, well, first how to take care of them- that would be best." He was awful at this. "I'm sorry..I'm a bit frazzled, mentally. I'm thinking of having children with Gwen, and I'd like the best possible advice in keeping them alive." That didn't sound too much better...but it was the truth.

Nodding, it seemed like the general informtion that Gwen would be putting better use to than he. He had no teats- they'd primarily be Gwen's pawful while they stuck to her for the majority of it. He was almost able to see Illecebra having her own, him and his sister Leila helping where they could. He was already trying to keep the Keep's men on the watch for her whenever she went hunting. His paranoia for her safety was extreme. 

"Ive had a bit of experience with babysitting- but I fell do not have that maternal ability to entertain them." His recollection of Xan and Leo was clear how little ability he had to entertain children- Xan was a huffy butt all on his own. And he never got to assist Leo in his paw-filling. A name such as his deserved respect. With his vanishing, he wondered how the pair grew up.