Lost Creek Hollow [B]Couldn't see through the tinted glass

As he had haunted Mira’s birthing place, he now haunted Ash Star’s. There was nothing he could do for her, if something went wrong, but he lurked as if in hopes that his presence might be enough to bring her some luck. 

He kept his ears tuned for sounds of distress, but waited patiently out of sight and out of reach until he heard the woman call out in invitation.

He was first in arriving not because of any importance he might have, being the biological father, but simply because he had been lurking like a shadow on a cloudy day. 

He slung his head low and peered toward Ash Star, just able to make out the two small, slumbering children at her side. She seemed calm, tired but well herself. He uttered a proud, affectionate note, but did not approach to investigate closely- such an honour would likely belong to Silvertongue, or one of the other members. 

He kept an ear flicked in Ash Star’s direction should she call for him, but otherwise turned his beaming face so that he might begin his first watch as guard for the new litter of children now under his protection.