Sun Mote Copse God Gave Heed to Her and Opened Her Womb

Eshamun repeat her cry, but Asherah heard none of the bitterness lying atop her tongue. Instead she saw only the excitement spread, felt the kisses on her cheeks. She returned the affection, squirming with delight. "Molech has blessed us and I am the but the messenger."

Eshamun questioned her of the father and Asherah spoke with confidence. "Ar-Khalba, yes. He has proven himself as well. A good male to be our only." She did have a bond with the male, though this was likely born of the fact that he was her only partner in the physical sense. It was a virgin's attraction, though she knew better than to think it love. She loved the male as she loved a pack member, certainly, but she did not desire his warmth like a mate. At least, she told herself she did not. And she would never admit to having such desires, if she did, for she knew it would not be the way of the Malkaria and above all else she held Eshamun and Arunik'ra's opinion. And above their's, Molech's. She would never dare to cross the God who had blessed her so, over and over. Saving her from death only to bless her with young and life.

"I pray the other's find themselves fruitful too, so that the children may grow together." The idea of her children having many brothers and sisters, many loving eyes upon them made her glow. Her life had been dangerous before, unsafe at every turn and full of loss. Though her young may feel loss themselves she knew they would have many siblings and mayn parents to help them. They would not end up alone and wishing for death as she had.