Qeya River i have no other god but myself

Sakhmet's world had become something new.

The northern children grew each day, every day was something new it seemed, even if the world remained the same to them. Malrok's eyes had seemed to opened and she can only hope that Attuaserk would not be far behind his brother.

She had been half asleep, dozing while they presumably suckled at her side, when hell seemed to open up in the depths of the den.

A banshee sound from Attuaserk followed by a huffing cry. A cry. Her limbs stiffened and her head bolted upright at the sudden panic that gripped her heart.

Only to find him fine. Except for the lingering scent of urine fresh on him. The hammering of her heart in her ears drowned out any cries he summoned further. Softly she groomed him, regardless of whatever protest might meet it. And in this she realized something.

He too now had baby blue's peering out from the soft of his face.

Attuaserk, She mumbled sleepily against his sides.