Broken Antler Fen Thistle of Lorraine

"Okay, no-strings attached then," Wraen nodded, feeling glad that she had had this whole experience with Towhee last year that had made her more liberal on, how families should be made. Meerkat had had the most amazing dad and aunt, and other packmates to take care of her, never to feel loss for a father. "Did you make sure that they were of no royal origin, returning later to claim first-borns?" she joked lightly. "There's plenty of those guys in the stories and I would not want to hand over any princesses or princes to whatever cause," she smiled.

"Well... we have a number of quite capable men here to fill that role. What will be more important - your kids will be able to choose, which uncle/dad will be their favourite. Not everyone's that lucky," she told her. "And don't forget that there are two witchy aunts to take care of the little rascals, as well as the rest of the female population here," so - in a nutshell - she did not see the problem. "Throw in a couple of helpful ghosts too,"  she smiled.

"All you have to do now is to carry to term, give birth and take care of them for the first two moons. And I am confident that I do not have to teach you this job," she told. "Do you fear, what will Akavir say, if he returns?"