Larksong Grotto With apple blossom in her hair

Cas watched fondly as Indra ran to her mother, heart bursting with love and with pride. all at once it was robbed from him as the redfurred daughter pulled from Saena and returned to Laurel, clearly beset with unsurety and guilt. he too looked to Reek then, hate radiating hotly from him; his musculature tensed with his deepened desire to rip out the man's throat.

but the Mayfair turned his focus back to the girls. "Indy, Laur," Cas murmured, smiling fondly at them, ears falling back to cup his skull as he lowered his muzzle with a placating whine, "come on. please. the Creek needs you ... i need you. so does Laika. and Shreya. and Spring," the boy went on, glancing between the young pair. his senses reached out for Reek; he was ready for a fight if it came to that but would rather not catch his daughters in the fray.