What's this? What's this?

Chaos woke to darkness, as he had for some days now. The world was getting weirder and weirder, that was for damn sure. It hadn't dragged him out of his funk, not really, but getting drunk and sleeping with strangers was a much dicier proposition when the world seemed to be ending.

He slipped from his den and stretched carefully, feeling his old bones and joints creak and ache. His owls weren't asleep in the tree above his den as they'd usually have been - the constant darkness had been a boon for them and they were often out hunting now when he awoke.

Chaos froze midstretch as a muffled, tiny little whimper reached his ears, and another answered it. What in the hell? He tracked the kittle oupoy-sounds to their source and stood staring down incredulously - at a litter of jelly-bean shaped puppies with markings that made it wuite obvious why they'd been left at his doorstep. Oh shit.

They couldn't have been his and Paradise's... they had a deal with Eligos of Aerie and she had no reason to abandon them here. Besides, she wasn't due for some time yet. He circled the litter, sniffing, but found no other sent either coming or going from the leafy nest they'd been left in. There were no clues how they'd gotten there. It was as if they had simply popped into existence.

Chaos swallowed hard. Whatever had brought these pups his way, he hadn't a choice. They were clearly his, and they were in need of care. He'd need to find Tyrian and give him the news and figure out how to feed them.... fuck. Valkyrie was going to kill him....