Moonspear Trails of the Stars

Just tacking a reply on this to sort of settle the thread?

Elentari beckoned him forward—his eyes on her, raptly, for a moment before they drifted to the two children she whispered to.

It was a fierce adoration that struck him in this moment—one boy, his by blood and union. A girl, perhaps not his by blood—unknown—and yet equally as loved. His. They were his.

Was this how his father had felt, looking upon them when they had been born? Or had it been with trepidation—for then he had more mouths to feed?

He crooned low, his form moving to press to the ground, muzzle sweeping over to graze Elentari. “Beautiful,” he murmured—both of her, and of them. And silence enveloped him—for this moment needed no words.