Honeyed Pasture That's it Sir, you're leaving

They had been apart for a long time then, if the children were so old. Rowan nodded, looking the male over as he spoke. "I'm Rowan." She finally offered, realizing that they had not even exchanged names in their brief talk. "If you find them, you won't have missed all the good times." Rowan said as if it might be a consolation to the dark male. "They are far more interactive at this point - more fun it's said." And she herself would find out soon enough how much they changed so quickly. 

With a small smile she looked down at her paws. "I hope when my children are born they progress quickly - it's almost more terrifying having them so small and reliant on you than when they start to grow." She confessed. WIth any luck things would move as she expected - that they would be fine and would grow safely and swiftly.