Totoka River You are exactly what I want: kinda cool and kinda not

the introduction of @Saint, @Accipitra, @Hierophant, and @Anathema had been a dispassionate mother who let them roll on bare sand and who glibly loaded them into a piece of driftwood that lestan used to balance the charges.
four times, and four dropped with him, and he watched the witch disappear before he set about trying to cover the little ones from the sun somehow.
he had no water and no milk for them, and very much doubted they would all make it.
but he dragged and pushed the driftwood all the same, stopping in what shade he found. adrenaline and anger and the anticipation of seeing reverie again drove lestan.
but then it was night, and their cries of hunger went on, and he had nothing for them but a clawing madness and resentment of their mother. he clutched the odd fruits close, thinking them still a magickal herb of some sort.
and the next day he went on, faltering; it was only the scent of water which kept him on the path, and here he found reverie! the other was spared no glance; lestan fell into the sunwarmed shallows and drank huge draughts of river while lifting a paw in gesture to the piece of driftwood covered by wide leaves — moving here and there.
"her children."
"and a plant from her islands."