Moonspear Drama Bomb

The children just stared at him and he grinned, finding bits and pieces of his own daughters — of his other daughters — in them. There was no doubt in his mind as he looked at the defiance in Koume's eyes that she was his, the fire in her eyes and the ever questioning of everything and everyone around her. He wondered if Potema had told his daughters about him, if they knew of him, but he was afraid to ask. Maybe it was easier if they didn't know, but, he thought, maybe he could get to know them as their mother's friend instead.

As they were instructed they said their helloes and he smiled, feeling both weird and awkward and at the same time in a good space and glad to meet daughters that he had elsewhere, even if they were treading on dangerous ground to do so here.

His attention was robbed back to Potema as she spoke his name in a distressed manner. Ears fell back and then forward again as he looked at her with question in his eyes. He felt peaceful and calm now, his cool long gone, but who was to blame him — even to meet his friend's pups would be a good thing, and nobody had to know the truth behind it all.

"Shh, it's okay," he said softly, blissfully unaware of the further complications around this subject. He didn't actually feel very guilty at all, feeling like he had done what he must, and that if anyone should feel guilty, it was only her. But he didn't say that, as there was no use for the blaming game now. "Things sometimes just happen." Mostly when heat was involved. "It's okay — I'm still your friend." That was, he figured, what she was afraid of, but he wasn't going to let this get between them. He didn't want to let it, anyway, even if it might've been smarter to have.