Duskfire Glacier doing it by my lonesome.

Six children. Ezrah wondered vaguely if that was all in one litter, though he didn't wonder at all if they were the alpha's. He didn't seem the kind of man to share power, at least not at first glance. Maybe he was wrong. But six could be one good, healthy litter. Or perhaps it could be two. Either way, it wasn't a question worth asking. He'd find out eventually, he was sure.

Ezrah smiled at the comment Wintersbane made about them. "They do like to start making trouble of themselves, don't they," he rumbled in reply, thinking of his own, "I have one son myself. He's nearing two years. His mother died giving birth to him, so he was raised mostly by my sister. They create a whole lot of ruckus for such tiny creatures."


He'd never been much of a father to his son, but he'd always watched him from afar. Ezrah wondered about him now and took some comfort, as he often did, in the fact that he likely didn't mind much that his father was gone seeing as he hadn't had much of him his whole life.