I will write you a song [Song Babies]

His babies were growing every single way, both physically and mentally. They were already double the size that they were when they'd been newborns and practically chomping at the bit to get outside and explore the den. Cherokee would've gladly accompanied his five children out for a short trek around the den, but Song hadn't been to keen on the idea, insisting that they keep the children in a little bit longer. Unable to deny his wife anything, the dark man had relented, helping Song keep the children corralled in the den until she thought they were ready. And today seemed like the day. She had told him in advance that today was going to be the day that the children would venture out, so in preparation Cherokee had gone out to get the kids some treats; rabbits. A good start for their first taste of meat.


He'd gone out early in the morning, well before the children had awoken, to hunt down five little morsels for his children. They were rather difficult to catch, the rabbits obviously not handing themselves over so easily. After much struggle the charcoal man had managed to catch all five rabbits, carrying the load of them in his jaws as he made his way back to the den, expecting to see his children out and about. And right he was. Song was at the mouth of their den, coaxing the babes out into the new world. He could see Canta, Novel, Lakota and Fal'Dara already taking their first steps outside, the Borealis Aria there to greet his little ones as well as his wife. He padded up to the little cluster, dropping the morsels down before turning to address the beta. Goodmorning Aria. He turned to face his wife, mismatched gems dancing over the bodies of his children. One, two, three, four. Where was Dhiren?



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