Arrow Lake strode through the gates, defiant in every stride

blodreina watches him dig at hole he found, reclining back upon her haunches slowly and carefully, still not quite used to the extension of her body. she wants to offer to help him but bites her tongue before it slips out. admitting that just walking short distances tired her out most days was something she'd rather lose her tongue than have to say out loud. he offers his thoughts on the names she has picked — few as they were — and states that he wants her to name the children. which, is fair enough. she won't argue nor push. she is grateful that he's here at all, especially when she'd been sure ( until his appearance ) she'd be raising them as a single mother.

maybe ...names are just something you know when you see them. blodreina considers aloud with a slight shrug of her shoulders, though she's, of course, partial to the two she put forward. in hindsight, she wishes she'd have asked gyda and wildfire more specific questions while she'd had the opportunity to — though she hadn't known then what she knew now and would've never in a thousand years guessed she'd be a mother.