Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

It does not take long for the children to arrive, one after the other. To her surprise (once again), Bobby is the first to arrive and observe the arrival of their newest addition. He doesn’t sound too impressed but they’ve haven’t talked much about it when they thought she’d had a miscarriage. Blixen shows up not long after, followed by Artaax soon after. Her eldest son’s curiosity is met with a single not before she addresses the fiery girl. Wildfire has slipped off into exhaustion, so she speaks quietly. “Two girls, two boys. All healthy,” she explains, glancing down. Her eyes remain on the biggest of the four, nearly twice the size of the others, and find his toes curious but she does not bring them up yet. Later, they can determine what to do (if anything) about it. “They don’t have names yet,” she adds, looking back up to see their reactions.

For a while, they speak softly and occasionally stare in wonderment. Eventually, the three of them park it outside the front of the den as guardians for their little, albeit now growing, family.