Moonspear And two left feet, you know I always drop

And of the quartet, he could at least say that three-fourths of them were being well-behaved. His work was cut out for him for the most part and even Dirge was inclined to give him to a modicum of rest. At least, that had been the intention.

The shuffle of Mira past him cracked open an eye from where he leaned against the rough wall, and he watched as she made her way. A silent groan left him—he remembered the last time, albeit this was the first time with this litter. Little jail breakers, every one of them, growing wild like weeds by the day and pushing boundaries.

But he let them have their little bits of freedom within reason, knowing if any of them made it too far and such a thing was found out, it would come out of his hide. He might have been on den duty, but it would have been foolish to think that neither @Alya or @Lyra would lurk too far off… if Hydra wasn’t the one closest.

So when his daughter reached the den mouth and paused, he slowly shifted into motion. His limbs were placed carefully as not to disturb the rest, daring not to disturb them, and he gathered himself to retrieve her before she had a moment to escape.

Nothing more than a gentle scoop, though given how frequently Altair liked to protest, he anticipated the same of her. One loud sibling had a certain way of rallying the others—he had once been a loud voice in a quiet crowd too.

oh no you have to deal with me twice sorry