Ankyra Sound [M] and so we stand in the doorway and enter into the light

The sound of small cries from the birthing den gave him an indication that at least some of the litter had survived the frightening ordeal of birth. It was enough to cause a restrained release of air to escape his lungs, regathering himself into a much more calm state before sticking his nose in the entrance. There had been a lingering terror of uncertainty as to whether or not Grezig would produce him any living heirs or not, for such a thing was always left to chance. But alas, before he slept two healthy looking whelps; a boy and a girl. The low number did not concern him, as long as they were not sickly or weak.

Nosing each small being over, he bestows upon them the family name. "Tizir Peryite Melonii," An ode to a sister he had taken for granted. "Xizur Vile Melonii." Named after his own daedric namesake, Clavicus Vile -- prince of power. Perhaps they would inherit the qualities that made them Melonii children, perhaps not. He looks to them with a gaze that lacks the usual frigid glare, but with wide-eyed awe, realizing in an instant that there was absolutely nothing he would not do for them... nobody he would not kill to keep them safe. It was they who would be the death of him, if anything at all.