Ecclesiastes 7:1

Calamity was late to the gathering, but this time because she was praying intensely. The third sister had been sequestered on the other side of the shrine, her eyes slightly unfocused as she peered into the waters and knit together a verse in her mind. This was a good sign. The strange aura of motherhood had overcome Toxicity and while that particular secret was still a mystery to her, she knew Tox would raise her children in a proper and god-honoring way. Perhaps this new litter would reunite them under god and in sisterhood. A new, different bond - reforged in mystic oil and steel. At the sound of Toxicity's call she finally roused from her reverie and took slow, deliberate steps around the pool of water until she came to sit a few yards away from Venom. This would be a memorable occasion. Lifting her antlers high to get a good look at the squirmy fur rugs, Calamity gave Toxicity a shy smile. Everything would be different now.