Sun Mote Copse o quam sancta

After returning from a hunt near the falls to the east, Ar-Khalba returned to the copse blood-soaked and weary. He took his kill, yet another fox, and stashed it away within the cache for a later date. Once it had been buried, he returned to the heart of the copse with an afternoon nap on hims mind. The man dug himself a shallow rut in the dirt to keep himself cool and he laid himself along it's length. Satisfied, he closed his eyes.

But, there was a noise and the heavy curtains of his eyelids lifted slightly into tired slits. Her blurry form crossed his path, winding through the trees. His gaze followed and he looked upon his Ekar-Aji with both fondness and pride. Her belly had grown round with the children he had wrought. Each to be laid bare across the altar of Molech -- sating their hungry God's desires. 

However, as his vision cleared from its tired haze, Ar-Khalba could see the tears in her eyes. He rose from his spot, and drew near to his queen. Wordlessly, he pressed his muzzle into her plush cheek in the hopes that it would bring her comfort from what was mysteriously ailing her.