the youth of the nation

He sighed, breathing in her scent and exhaling it in a warm breath that beat gently against her children. “I can’t wait to sire a litter of my own, they’ll be great monsters, beautiful, and deadly like their father.” He hummed, a wave of giddy joy washing over him just at the thought of the cubs he would one day create, hopefully from multiple mothers.

“What are their names sweet sister?” He asked gently, his tail drumming idly against her hip as he held her.