Qeya River Little ones, Little ones

Darrow’s outburst drew her attention—piercing blue eyes sharp upon him as her brows lifted in surprise, chewing on her lip in quiet concern that her mood was becoming contagious to her younger siblings. Ash Star moved to soothe, and Ksura piped up, drawing Acantha’s own gaze to the man.

She had come to realize he was the likely father of this brood—but she hadn’t determined yet the relationship between he and his mother. All the same—it was nice to see Ash Star was not alone in raising these pups, as she had been with them, when her own father had left.

She hadn’t given much thought to that—and probably wouldn’t today. Instead, she forced a smile to her lips, bowing down slowly to a playful crouch, her tail sweeping the air behind her. “Think of all the fish you’ll catch when you’re older.”