Wheeling Gull Isle heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

only for those who would be close to the den -- so babies of course and @Mou and @Jakoul would be welcome as well <3

@Vesper, @Prevost, @Peregrine.

Of course, she didn't know them by those names. She hadn't named them at all; it felt wrong, somewhat, to give them something she had no rights to. But Niamh had not given any indication of her wishes on that front, and so they remained nameless for now. 

They were beautiful, though. Two girls and a boy, a trio of lovely children. They each were different and yet similar, varying shades of dark and ruddy. Their mother had been golden, so the father must be either dark or ruddy, she thought.

Unknown father—though it had been Mou who had pulled them from the womb; he had the best claim to fatherhood there was. 

And as for their mother. . . Maegi had been so occupied with the babies that she had not yet visited the grave. She would, eventually, leave spring flowers there. Perhaps seed some directly, so that there was beauty where the woman lay beneath the earth, a more fitting tribute than cold, bare soil.

For now, she tended to three beautiful children, grooming them from time to time and helping their blind bodies toward a nipple when they needed. She barely slept, and ate only to keep her milk flowing.

She watched them, constantly, and found herself smiling more often than not. They reminded her of her first litter: Anansi and the twins. 

Maegi vowed to do better, this time.