Blackfeather Woods Let us sing when we can and forget the rest

While they waited for Tundra, Ramsay posed the question—and with a glance that betrayed his true meaning. She smiled almost demurely, glancing away, unsure of how to respond. She was sure that it would be fine, that he would be happy for her, but her condition was so new, so foreign. But this was Ramsay—all would be well. Right?

Good, Maegi responded, nodding. She met his eyes, then, shifting ever-so-slightly on her paws in contemplative fashion. I'm, uh, pregnant. You probably already realized that. They're Mou's.

Ramsay had never shown great love for the one-eyed man. How could he? The young Melonii man was Mou's antithesis, it seemed—consistent, grounded, stable. Nevertheless, she hoped Ram could love the children, at least for her sake. They would be family, after all.

They discussed that, and more, and then presumably Tundra joined them at some point, and the triumvirate was—for now—restored.