Sawtooth Spire lone star

the child's scream is what draws wintersbane to the agana's birthing den — though he has noted the woman's abrupt absence. from the den, from their borders. for a long moment he stares at the mouth of the den, the crueler parts of him saying that if she abandons her child then his death is upon her head. but ...he thinks of quellcrist, and knows that if it were her in that den wailing for warmth and food, dying that he would not be able to stand idly by. hey, wintersbane shrugs inside the den, cooing to the wailing infant ...unsure whether the boy is old enough to hear him yet. though he sired quellcrist he had no part in this part of raising her ( or any part of raising her, really ). sshh, sshhh. i know. he assures the boy grimly, crawling on his belly in the space — thankfully spacious — and shifting to his side. he seeks to corral the boy towards the plush warmth of his fur despite that warmth and company is all wintersbane was equipped to offer him.