Blackfeather Woods It's not over until we're dead and the birds are eating our eyes, eh?

She constantly wondered what they would be like. She had wondered once if genetics contributed to character traits, and that theory still held, especially now that she harbored the result of many different traits clashing together. It would be hard to truly see it, since she knew little of their fathers (other than Charon), but she suspected she would know when she saw it. Meloniis had a certain dourness about them that she found no where else.

She naturally answered, Yes, with a smile. While she had loathed the first few weeks, her anticipation only grew with her womb, to see what her children would turn out to be like.

Kove, may I ask you something?, She ventured, tenative, unsure if he even knew of his mate's inner thoughts. Is Nemesis...threatened by me...well, She gestured to her stomach, Them?