Deepwood Weald Gift

Astraios chuckled softly, shrugging lightly. "After this litter is grown, perhaps." Their whelps were a handful, to be sure. It was funny — he had never wanted to be a parent, but he was enjoying it. Perhaps it helped to have Themis for a wife.

He grinned at her as she splayed her legs over his, and he reached forward to nip at an ear, gently. "When shall we plan to meet her?"