Lost Creek Hollow There is truth in giving life

though space in the birthing den is ample, he does not wish to overcrowd.

ingram does not barge right in, always pausing at the mouth to announce himself lest his flamewife be asleep ... or they had a visitor.

he shrugs inside, dropping the rabbit at her paws. hello. he rumbles in return, pressing his nose against her cheek in greeting.

how are you doing? are they okay?

his shadowchildren had been sequestered away for so long ... and when they had come to know him as father the critical months had already passed. so, in dealing with newborns ingram is a bit out of his element.