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It was overcast, he expected, for he'd not felt the warmth of sunlight on his back for many days now. Some kind of new affliction gripped Mythris, one that had spread to their secluded little isle when plagues had been mostly avoided otherwise. The constant chill was unfortunate and most unpleasant for Cupid; he'd be half-living in the hot springs if it didn't take forever for his plush winter coat to dry or otherwise freeze into absolutely hellish clumps and spikes. Cupid hoped the newest additions to the pack were doing alright - it was a harsher winter than usual - but he'd been too distracted trying to pull his weight with the scarcer hunting to actually make his way over for a visit.

An unforgivable oversight, he had decided today, with every intention of correcting the mistake. He carried an old antler chew-toy he'd kept around for his own children in his jaws along with some dove feathers. A pelt was draped over his shoulders; all an assortment of gifts he was sure would be appreciated by the parents and their bundles of joy.

Cupid could tell he neared the densite by scent, although his pawsteps were small and careful as he picked his way through more unfamiliar terrain. The wings sat perched on his hips, cooing softly to herself, perhaps deep in thought as she ignored Cupid's unusual task at hand. Cupid paused as little footfalls caught the attention of his sharp hearing - he was quite used to listening for the telltale sounds of small children wandering after raising his own unruly flock. He set down his prizes at his paws gently. Greetings. Cupid murmured quietly, so as not to disturb anyone.