The jump brought a smile to her face, a hint of mischief, until Khyan pressed himself into her chest. She froze for a brief moment, this was more Creole's thing... emotional support...but still she wrapped her arm around her boy and pulled him closer into her fur, leaning her head down to nuzzle him gently as he spoke. Let no one say she never tried at least, she herself never had these... weaknesses....but her father was a gentle soul, and she did learn something from him. Kind of.

You look just like me, my boy, just like your siblings and father she spoke plainly. You may have more colour in your fur, but your eyes are mine, your bones are mine, as are Cairo's and Sobek's, you even have your папа's beauty mark That she somehow hasn't scarred up compared to the rest of his face, did the children ever wonder why Vasili has so many scars?

But more importantly, did that help?

Probably not, but Nephthys sat, wrapped her tail around the pup as well as her arm, white fur blending into his black saddle marking on his back. You are Saxe, my spark, my blood, do not let anyone tell you otherwise, even yourself