Despite his sister’s absence, he was quite content nestled in the warmth of his father’s arms. He would have gladly remained there, if not for the hunger that seemed to haunt him endlessly. Much like his sister, he sought the familiar source of nourishment that had comforted him since entering this strange new world. But Father did not possess what he craved, and so he began to wiggle and squeak in protest.

Kirain watched the scene with adoration, her heart full at the sight of her child and her mate together. These were the moments she longed for, precious memories to hold close forever. Leaning over, she brushed her muzzle tenderly against her husband’s. "Me too, Lestan,” she murmured softly.