Shadewood Trouble the water

He watched. 
There was nothing better for the Phantom to have been doing as of late; he had nothing to do with his wife other than occasionally bringing the Huntress food while she brought a lasting life to his spawn. He had no doubt that she was considering leaving, as many times as he had tasted her scent intertwined with their children's skating the edges of the border. He wondered if she committed, how soon did she expect to survive for? If he didn't reach her first, @Kovertol surely would. Gwen would be more a plaything for the gigantic beast than a suitable meal. The children would either be brought back by Cry's paws, or by Kovertol's. 
There was no leaving the Keep.
And certainly no leaving him. 

Glacials traced the familiar form of his Amaya, the successful fae who had brought back home another soul in shackled naivity. One possibly fed the idea that Shadewood was still a home for the lost and broken, a solace for the starved and misunderstood. 
A place of refuge for the wanderers, and a bed for the homeless. 
Cry felt the smile seep clear from inken lips and only just tip the ivories they hid. 

Once Amaya called for him, he allowed a few seconds to sleepily dodge the sudden call before he came to greet his returned Keep woman and her newest accompanying member. Pulling from the shadows as easily as a drop of fallen dew, he was soon upon them in his dark drift to the pair. A gentle nod gave a warmer welcome to Amaya while atlantic iced stare glided to the ivory dappled newcomer. "Welcome home. And greetings to your friend, as well." He wondered who would speak first, who would be the first to give him more information that he hungered for. He chose not to address Amaya by her name in case this ivory was of the Melonii, but her perfume did not hint to such. He wouldn't put Amaya in the way of unneccessary conviction.