Emberwood Isn't this such a beautiful night?

It occurred to him, as he watched Vicky pace and pout, that he was the exact opposite of his own mother. When he remembered all the cold, lonely nights of his early life and all the struggles he faced every day without proper nurturing, it only reinforced Cambria’s resolution. He was going to give them a far better start than their grandmother had given him, firstly by keeping them safe and seeing to their every need.

What’s that? he mumbled, pulled out of his thoughts when Victoria regurgitated on his foot. Bending down, he sniffed and wrinkled his nose. A spooder, huh? I bet that didn’t taste very good. He brushed it toward the nearest corner of the den, then wondered down to her, You hungry, Vicky? What about you, Soph? I had a pretty big dinner.

He didn’t wait for an answer before performing the brief series of physiological triggers that brought half-digested meat into his mouth. Cambria bent down again to deposit it onto the den floor. He admired the heap of steaming chow before motioning his daughters toward it. In the same movement, he backed halfway through the doorway before dropping to the ground, effectively corking the den.