Emberwood clutch

Gonna keep this moving, though feel free to toss in Dess anytime!

Nobody spoke. Odessia’s blue eyes fixed on the meat, so Cambria swiftly nudged it closer. She looked a little careworn. No wonder. She was doing the lion’s share of the child-rearing at this point. Even if he hadn’t been so damned afraid, there wasn’t a whole lot he could offer the puppies at this point in their little lives.

His tail stirred gently as he watched a wobbly Victoria find her feet. Good girl, he thought toward her, not daring to impede on the quiet of the den broken only by the sound of Odessia tearing flesh from bone—and, suddenly, a very squeaky growl. Cambria’s two-toned eyes flicked to Sophia to see her freshly detached from the teat, a bubble at the corner of her mouth as she bared her gums.

So foshes, Cambria said, surprising himself not only by talking but talking in babyspeak, apparently. Daddy’s not very dignified, is he? he crooned, unashamed, but still keeping his voice low as if its usual rumble might somehow harm the girls.