A rustling preceded the presentation of a tiny form. Green and black with red eyes. Gee, who could possibly be the mother? Speak of the devil. Dione burst forth and moved to stand over her little one. She stated the obvious with a simple, "Valen...been awhile..." And in response he quirked a brow, silently agreeing with her. No shit, Sherlock. Did she really think he wouldn't know? Every inch of her being screamed her state while she was pregnant and she shed the scent everywhere she went. He'd known of her children long before their birth.
He sunk to his belly in the hopes of appearing less intimidating. Resting his chin squarely on top of his forepaws, he gazed up at the small child. Speaking softly, he said, "Hello, my name is Valentine. What's yours?" She was so small, so delicate looking, that he was almost afraid of breathing on her. Would his children be this small, this fragile looking?
Movement at Dione's side reluctantly drew his attention from the girl. At her side was yet another child. He was blue and so obviously Novaro's that there was no need to bother questioning his parentage. Before he had a chance to respond a third pup rushed forward, this one also blue. Good Lord were they cute. "And how about you guys? What are your names?"
"Speaking""Thinking"
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
