Dragoncrest Cliffs The heart is something you can't control.

Something about war, brewing. If you don't know, even better. It means it likely isn't near. She was happy to hear it, and it helped to ease the worry entirely. He was their only child she was aware of who had left the coastline behind. She had no sympathy for packs outside of his own.

A little trouble never hurt. She said with a knowing look, but it was warm. She liked knowing that he was happy, that he had another to watch his back the way she and Erzulie always had one another's.

How do you like being a father? He seemed to love them, but that was a different question. Once they were born, there wasn't much choice, but would he choose to have more?