Luneshale Pass the colour of led

She's growing tired by the day. Motherhood is the hardest job she's been faced with yet.

Taking her pale son, she lowers his paws into the shallow stream. Her poor baby, red and shaking, but she sees some relief as the cool water touches him.

Glancing to Soto carrying the limp, self-exhausted Apollo, she cannot help but smile. Serías un buen padre. With some practice, maybe, but she had needed practice too. But he was relatively gentle with the babes, and she felt that he cared for them.

Using a paw she gently pushed the water towards Delos. ¿Algún día tendrás hijos?