And now, she sits, staring down at the wriggling pups. Six. Six children. Fable is a saint, letting them all stay here. And Helping, no less.
She glances at the red one. "Does she?" For a moment, Dimitri wonders if that's a good thing or not. "Can I name that little one?" She gestures at the darkest child, her black fur drawing Dimitri's gaze.
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best
