Seaside Moors any groove to make you move,

little val did not know of the turmoil his life brought; in time he might grow introspective and wonder of his origins, but for now he was blissful as any babe, and slept deep while his surrogate dam ruminated on the dark happenstance surrounding each of their lives.

in time val would come to love rosalyn, erzulie, and all the wolves that comprised of his family. he would not suffer, or know the sting of a mother that did not love him -- perhaps that had been raleska's parting gift, a stable hearth she had known she would never be able to provide.

if only she knew the irony behind such a thing: that she would do anything to rid herself of the mother's burden, while her own mother would have stopped at nothing to amass her own children.

valravn continued through the deep. his mind was leagues away, but in the world where his body was present, he yawned peacefully and snuggled close to rosalyn's chest, content and with every need of his met.