Bramblepoint [m] the body

He wasn't entirely convinced, but he let it be, leaning into her embrace and giving her a kiss on the crown of her head in return. It felt like he was underwater, somewhat, and when the question came, he had a hard time comprehending for many moments.

Meet, uh. . .meet. . .? he trailed off, grappling for meaning. The lightbulb went off late, and he pulled back a bit in a eureka! moment. Oh! Meet. . .the children? Your children? Yes, of course—and I'll help. Just let me know what I can do, and I'll help.

He owed it to both Sialuk and Moonspear, seeing as though he'd left the pack having taken more than he gave. Perhaps this was a way to make things even.

Really, Sialuk, he insisted, earnest. Anything you need—they need—I'll pitch in.

Because maybe he'd be the Dad, for real.

Oh fuck. That's actually kind of terrifying to think about.