Lost Creek Hollow mumps - that's a funny word

Rannoch's experience with his second litter was much different than his first had been. With a reared litter under his belt, Rannoch felt as though he could spend less time fretting and more time enjoying the process as a whole. 

Despite his untroubled view of child-raising, there were still occasions in which caused him alarm—especially when it sounded like his children were choking on something "Aengus?" Rannoch asked, lifting his head at the sound of Aengus' discomfort. "You okay, bud?" he asked, knowing that his son wouldn't reply. A frown pressed onto his lips as Rannoch watched Aengus for a moment longer, wondering if the disturbance had passed. He was curled around his wife and children, keeping an eye on them as the rest of them napped—and thankfully, no more than a second away in case Aengus' troubles progressed.