your heart is a muscle the size of your fist

Toxicity had been so wrapped up in making sure she could teach her kids as much as possible and solidify their faith before the world really got to them had been a task for sure. She found very little time for personal pleasures, but she did make time to see each of her pups when she could. Motherhood was a duty to be sure, and though Toxicity- as always- took her Abraxas-bound duties seriously, she was absolutely enamored with her pups and how they were growing. When she spotted Pontifex off in the distance, she made her way towards the young boy.

He seemed to be watching the sky and promised he'd go back inside soon. Toxicity masked a yawn as he turned back towards the sky. The other pups were probably already in the shrine, no doubt being brushed and groomed by Obi in the warm, fragrant rooms. Though Toxicity also longed to get off her paws, she saw the opportunity to be with one of her children and sat herself quietly by his side.

"Some say God designs the skies just as he did each of our pelts," she commented without much thought. "I didn't fully understand, but looking at all of you, I wonder if perhaps he used the same materials as the sky on your furs just to show me what they meant."