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He was full of life, then! Laughing, filling their shelter with his voice. It was a sharp departure from the quiet and although brief, Wilwarin found it comforting, like the stoking of a fire.

The question of the boys drew some of the joy away, although Wilwarin couldn't pinpoint why. She looked at them as they nursed or slept, whatever it was they were doing, and she knew she loved them, it was just not as simple as loving her own mother or her siblings.

A dart of her eyes to Dreamer, and she motions to the first one—the nearest, and darkest.
@Airasëa,
then the other, with his red and cream furs, @Galathilion.

It struck her as she said these names, that while she knew how they would sound, perhaps mouthing them would not work. They were complicated and beautiful to her, but she worried Dreamer would struggle.

What would you call them? It felt only right—without him, who would know if the little family would survive. He was a part of them, now.