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He'd come - of course he had. The world was strange enough, and the hunt beneath the red moon had left them all feeling differently. He hadn't realized until then the depth of Tiberii's worries. He hadn't known she'd been so broken lately, and that felt like a betrayal. That he had clearly not spent enough time around his sister to know how hard she'd been struggling. Which of course meant that since then, Isaiah had been halfway up Tiberii's ass. He was probably annoying her at this point, barely letting her pee alone. And so it was natural, knowing that Dalmatia wanted to gather the pack.
He could just sense the nervous energy as it budded up his speckled sister, until finally she was giving them all the news, and he felt his energy rising until his feet tap-tap tapped! it out a couple times.
Oh! My goodness, D-dal!He squeaked her name out before he looked to the Pillar next to her.
Congratulations, both of you!They would gain a brother, too! It wouldn't only be the four sisters and him and Cassius, holding all the grief for the missing halves of their litter. There would still be the massive void of their parents and of Genghis, and nothing could soften that jagged, raw wound. But this? This was joy.
He appreciated her thoughtful gift to all of them, but he hadn't even stopped to think much on it. Not when he had the means to celebrate with her, not when they finally had some good news. His tail moved in a quick blur before there was other movement that pulled his gaze from the happy couple who had gathered them all together. His brow furrowed, looking from Dalmatia who seemed to glow from within to the otherworldly sort of glow that seemed to emanate from the figure that had glided? towards them. He couldn't make her out at first, and after all they'd seen it wouldn't be so wild to imagine something so strange.
But she was not strange - she was there. She was everywhere. She was nowhere. She had rested above the Vale, she had watched them for so long now - Isaiah was no more a mere child, he was grown. It did not stop the tears that filled his eyes, or the way that he seemed to immediately become so little again.
Mommy?



