Three Kinds of Love - φιλία

Siren had never felt such love and affection as she did for her two tiny puppies. Or not so tiny in Albion’s case. The woman worked hard to deliver her two children and that effort easily translated into her adoration for them. Nothing in life was worth more than that which you had to work for, and she felt like she had by far and away earned her offspring. Chimera suspected nothing, and perhaps he very well was the sire to Scylla and Albion, but in her heart Siren knew the truth. She was raising little demigods.

The Queen was recovering better than anyone really suspected after the difficult birth. Despite her struggle with her son everything had been smooth. The puppies latched with ease, she recovered with a swiftness, and now her tiny family was growing. The puppies were out on a field trip with Dalila, who was her biggest asset in raising the babies. She was also the only other wolf to know their true parentage.Siren couldn’t leave out the biggest reason for her swift recovery.

Aliana. The girl was an incredible healer, a talent Siren hadn’t anticipated but was so grateful for. Ali saved Cerberus, and she had little doubt Albion’s life could be attributed to her as well. There was no way she would have been able to see to the boy properly after his birth. Not when he had mangled her so thoroughly.

Siren was enjoying the quiet afternoon alone when she heard Aliana at the door. "Yes, of course, come in.” Siren responded softly, lifting herself to her paws. She hadn’t been ready to entertain, but she had to doubt the woman was here for a social call anyway. "What can I do for you, Aliana?"

"Siren Primrose Klein"