Ice Ice Baby

Bronze hadn't felt afraid to have children since their first litter. What might this mean for Silent -- and for him? He was not afraid for the children, but for her. Despite what happened to them, Bronze knew that however many children they were having, they would be raised well and would be content. But what of Silent? The risks at having children at such an age were numerous, and he knew that death was a possibility if anything went wrong. A whine left his lips, despite her lighthearted laughter, and slowly he shook his head. "But..." he started, a bit of protest creeping into his bass tones, confusion welling up in his gaze. "This could be very dangerous, Silent." But it wasn't like they had any choice, or could somehow reverse what they had done. A gentle sigh left his lips as he found his nose trailing along the outline of her jaw again, wondering what this meant for them.

It was a one in a million chance, and yet somehow, it had happened. Perhaps there was a reason for it, but Bronze was inclined to think it was merely a random outcome. "Wow," he breathed softly, a slight smile playing at his dark lips. The confusion and worry seemed to fade slightly, giving way to surprise and joy at the revelation. "You are amazing, my love." They were more than a decade old, and yet there were having children again. A soft chuckle found its way from his clenched throat. "I wonder how many there will be..."