Arrow Lake meant to be a mother

"of course she would," the warhound snorted, unable or unwilling to keep the derision from his voice. regardless of how she or anyone else felt about his claim, and his ability to hold it, stigmata had no such reservations. his only problem was disloyalty. which included having no faith in one's leader. he looked distantly towards the vale, and sighed: "she will know diaspora soon enough."

with a flick of his tail, stigmata's muzzle drifted back down so that he might watch the seraph-twin pluck daintily at her reward. he blinked slowly, once or twice, and then assumed a very steely expression. "could you determine how many were in her stead?"