Little miracles

As Hika came over, he gently picked her up and started to clean her. As he did so, the faint underdeveloped patterns of her coat came to light. The scratches across her eye, the rings around her forelegs. He hadn't even processed her wings yet, but as he started to clean them he considered Hikas words and shook his head. As much as what his partner described made more sense… it didn't feel right in his heart.


“I don't believe any had wings.” He said softly. He hadn't seen any of them yet, they'd only been born the day before. But he had heard a little of the strange mutations on them. Wings, wings would have been mentioned. “I'd wonder if she was Halos, somehow. But that doesn't make sense either.” The mention of Halo didn't hurt as much as it had. Hikas presence dulled that pain. He leaned forward, pressing his head into Hika. Cradling the little girl gently in one forepaw pressed against his chest. “She doesn't have their scents. Maybe she picked up our scents from our den. But Hika… she has your eyes. She has my markings. I'm the only Fatalis with a line of wings. I… I don't know how.” He admitted, voice a little shaky. “I don't know why she's here or how she came to be. I wished for a child of ours, and somehow…” he shook his head. He was still struggling to admit The truth of it. “We should take her to Ignita, she's going to be hungry. At least for tonight. We could figure out something long term…” he hesitated “if you want to do this with me.” He'd already accepted this little child. Would Hika?