Broken Antler Fen Indigo

I love it!

He could only nod in agreement as he fell into step with her. They hadn't gone far when Wraen asked him a question he was all too happy to answer. Tambourine sometimes felt sheepish about this subject though. He loved his daughters dearly, as well as the ones who hadn't made it. But neither of his litters had been planned, nor born in wedlock. He just hoped it wouldn't change Wraen's opinion of him too much.

"Lele's my eldest. You couldn't find a sweeter person. She doesn't have a bad bone in her body," he replied, borrowing her own words because they suited so well. "She actually stayed with me—with, ah, us—until not so long ago. She wanted to find a mate and start a family. She'll make the most wonderful mother. As for Harps, well, she's sort of quiet and soft-spoken. She was always independent from the start and dispersed as a yearling."

That "us" lingered in his mind well after he finished. He wondered if Wraen would pick up on it and ask for more detail. Surely she was curious about who'd mothered these pups. He didn't want to harbor any secrets, though Tambourine didn't look forward to discussing his tumultuous relationship with Larkspur. It probably wasn't a good look either. He had stayed with her for far too long, in hindsight, and wasted a lot of his life orbiting around a woman who despised him, not to mention their children.

He swallowed a sigh and steeled himself with a lopsided grin. He could talk about Spur, he thought, as long as he kept in mind that she was firmly part of his past. His present and future would be much happier in comparison.