Wheeling Gull Isle light & dark

@Sotiris for reference, but open to anyone!

Her one and only child, her precious son, was nearly two weeks old. Tzila hadn't known what to expect from motherhood from the get go. She was terrified. Unsure. So worried that she wouldn't measure up and be good enough. Surprisingly, in these early weeks, she hoped she was proving herself wrong. Having lost one child at birth was traumatic enough, weighing heavily on her conscious. She wondered if there was anything she could have done differently. Fretted if Astaroth blamed her in any way. Did he?

With only Sotiris, Tzila could at least devote all her time and energy on him. Her dark son, she could already sense, was special. Her days were spent holed up in the confines of her den so her boy could eat and rest, to grow strong. Rarely, she ventured outside, and when she did it was only for a quick break to relieve herself. Today was like any other day, as she had curled herself in a tight little ball of protection around Sotiris. She had caught a good night's sleep but was still weary. Resting her head over her paws, silver eyes alert but quiet, she watched him with a soft sense of wonder.