Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

No sooner had the words escaped him than the thrumming of footprints upon the ground alerted him that he'd moved well past his welcome. She charged him, snapping her teeth at his face protectively. Reacting, he knew better than to further provoke her and her brood and so he retreated appropriately and sat back down at the aforementioned line in the sand. He huffed. Those were his kids in there too.

"I want to see them," he announced, for no other reason than that it was true. He was perhaps too overattentive for most fathers in his position, but he didn't wish to miss out on this stage of their life that would pass so quickly. He wanted to meet them in as much as she would allow... which was probably nothing, but it didn't hurt to try.

"Show them to me at least?" he attempted, seeking compromise. "One at a time? Carry them into the light so I can see them? Nothing more." It was perhaps too soon to ask her of this, but he was back at his line and she would not have to travel far to introduce each of them in turn. Four of them... and all he'd seen was a daring blob who'd wiggled a little too far in the shadows.