Sun Mote Copse make me cry

Ragna and Asherah came to the den with the same force that Honey had, if not more. She looked at them, concern written over her face, as if to give them a silent response to their reactions. She was, Honey told Asherah, I pulled them to me as soon as I arrived, and neither has given protest. Looking from wolf to wolf, Honey wanted to make sure that her decision in regards to the children was clear. I don't mind caring for them at all. The more, the merrier. It was admittedly a bit overwhelming, having to nurse two children not of her own womb in front of their mother's corpse. But Honey had fallen in love with motherhood once more and she would never deny sharing her dedication. I will need a bit of help moving all three of them, though.