Honeyed Pasture bol, radha, bol

it took less time than he expected. before long, he was being summoned, and staring down at two little ones at tytonidae's breast, mouth slightly agape.

yes, he responded, taking stock of the names. those are. . .good. i've never been talented with names.

he chuckled, then, adding, but i may find names of my own tongue, when they grow and gain personalities. 

aditya stepped outside the den and laid down, nose just across the threshold. it was silent for a long moment before he spoke again, voice sincere.

tytonidae—i have fathered several children, and have not done right by them, he admitted. i cannot promise i'll be here for all of you, for the long run. . .but damn it, i want to try.

penance. to right his wrongs. two beautiful children, and a gorgeous, mature mother.

a second—third—bloody hell, he must be on his eighth or ninth chance by now.