Lost Creek Hollow Printemps

He blinked at the sound of his name, recognizing the softness of her tone, used so as to not disturb the children. He felt a glowing within his chest as he was invited in- something different from what he had felt when he had first seen Mira’s children, though he had loved them so. 

As she stretched out and moved the soft brush of her tail, the children were revealed- patterned boldly, which was to be expected, and he loved them all the more for bearing any resemblance whatsoever to him despite the fact that their mother, too, sported striking looks. 

He smiled, and lowered himself to the ground, pricking his ears at the sound of their names. 

Darrow, Aerilyn. 

His children. 

”They’re so perfect, Ash Star,” He breathed. His grin widened. ”You did so well,” He said, knowing he should appreciate her for all of the work her body had put into bringing life to these two miracles. He regarded them quietly for a moment, his expression softening. ”I love how soft they are when they’re this little; and how they smell.”