Hushed Willows eat your heart out

Did any make it.

Dimly Tavi thought of her surviving son, and this did lift her spirits a little bit. The gray boy had survived so far and had grown considerably, being round and fat now. Living off the sacrifice of his littermate. She nodded grimly, as she remained looking quite rattled despite the glimmer of happiness in her eyes as she thought of Tambourine. He's... Like a little me, actually. A little gray blob. Except he wasn't so blobby now; he was far more active than she thought he'd be. A survivor. She'd keep him alive through the horrors of this famine with everything she had. A thin smile spreads across her face, but she cannot look at Kunik, nor at the corpse. I thought I'd have a hundred babies with all the fat I put on, heh.