Moonspear a golden crown

@Dirge BABY DADDY

 

They were old enough now, she supposed, for him to properly meet them. The whole of the pack soon would, and they were weaned; they were also beginning to speak. The words she spoke to them were perhaps unconventional; her stories had to do with Moonspear, and monsters she would protect them from, and that someday, they would protect the mountain from too—like their father, and their aunts and their uncles. They had little to do with love and affection, though she spoke of Dirge in such a manner. Father, she would coo, you will meet him soon enough...

When the sun began to fall that day, and after they devoured regurgitated meat, Hydra gazed at them. They lazily romped, still full, but her harrying teeth had spurred them into motion. Go for the ankles, she guided no one in particular; ankles was a word she would need to speak more for them to understand that, but she figured, why not? They could hear her, now, and speak too. Not very well yet, but most of what they said was intelligible. 

As the sky bled its many colors, she peered to @Lyra and @Alya in the treeline, and then she called a low song to her mate that lacked any urgency. The voices of her babes joined in—@Vega, @Atlas, @Osiris, and @Antares chipped in, and when her call died she looked to them again, her sharp blue eyes softening in the slightest as they sang on. Father is coming, she informed, and drifted over to the most tousled looking cub—Osiris, at this point—and groomed him. @Lyra and @Alya closed in to assist, and in no time they had wrangled each of the cubs and made them look dashing enough. It would all be for naught, but she was as diligent about their furs as she was her own. The savage queen always looked as well as she could fight; looks could ever be deceiving.