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One of the puppies was his. That he was certain, but which? He couldn't even begin to guess. Perhaps it was best that he didn't know, maybe, for who was he to assume there wouldn't be favoritism on his end toward the one he had helped to create? At least this way he could treat them all equally with the same indifferent respect brought on by their mothers. Maybe if he had known the one approaching him now so softly was that same one that came from Rosalyn's last litter, his litter, he would have acted differently than sitting there and letting her come to him instead.

Or not, knowing how frightening his face could be, perhaps this was the best option too to prevent her from running scared. Maybe his eye would have lost its edge instead, other than having that blunt sharpness as he did to most Sapphique members, maybe he would have been as tender as butter in her paws had he known this one was his little princess to cherish. 

Stretching out her nose to take a sniff, he did indulge in her curiosity and lean down enough for them to touch noses should that be what she wanted. No words were exchanged between them, a comforting silence lingered between the familial strangers. Only the echoing lullaby of the wakes crashing against the stones of the wall below in the distance as even the songbirds flew to warmer weather by now. 

With Erzulie and Rosalyn sharing the burden of the children between them, even at this distance, he couldn't tell which this one belonged to by her scent alone.