As was usual for the ghost, she lay at the entrance, buffeting the cold wind as best she could for the little family. The babes were growing so quickly, it seemed, and she took quiet joy in watching them waddle about. This morning, Sazora was feeling especially adventurous and came toddling in Devika’s direction. Raising a brow at the pup, she couldn’t help but feel amused as the little one squealed for her mother before burying herself into the warmth of Ivandri.

Shifting her position to better interrupt the wind curling into the small den, Devika watched Ivan with gentle eyes as she tended to her young. So sweet. So wholesome. She was utterly unworthy to be privy to such things. It still surprised her that Ivan hadn’t run her off yet.

She was nothing more than a silent specter hovering nearby. There was no name, no true purpose, just her existence. Hunting and protecting the family were all she was really able to give them, and she took those duties seriously.