Anemone had no idea what this Imprint thing was like, she didn’t know that Sabriel would feel the agony that she was going through. The breaks of pain made it easier to deal with things, and it gave her a chance to watch the three of them together, when it was all over. A smile graced her tired lips, and it was simple—she was blessed. She had three beautiful, bright children that would be her life, and she couldn’t think of anything better. She knew her life would be rough, trying to care for them on her own. She wouldn’t put it on Sabriel to come care for her, he didn’t need that on his shoulders. Just because fate told him that he was to care for her, in whatever way possible, didn’t mean that she would pressure him to be in her life if he didn’t wish it.

She nuzzled each child, her senses processing each of their scents, letting them burn into her mind. No matter what happened, even if one day she was old and senile, she would still know her babies just by the scent of them, no doubt, what so ever.

She heard it then, a sound outside the den, then her name was called, and she found herself smiling sleepily at the voice. Sabriel She grinned, His voice came again before she was able to speak, her mind was in a cognizant blur, trying to process the words that he was speaking. She heard the awkward-ness in the sounds as he spoke, but she didn’t think anything of it. “We’re okay, the four of us. You…can come in, if you wish, but if its too much, it’s okay..” She paused, when he spoke of food. “If you want, that would be nice, but it’s not needed right now…”

She stopped, when she heard a low growl, and her ears perked, knowing the sound well. “Daenerys…” She whispered, her nose twitching trying to figure out the scent that clung around them was. She heard the low growl requesting entrance, and she gave a soft, welcoming whine. It was when Daenerys came into the den, did she let her eyes adjust and focus on the little body that she carried in with her. Her heart immediately lurched, a soft whine coming from deep in her throat. She listened and grinned when Daenerys spoke of the appearance of the three she had, and congratulated her. She smiled. Then her smile fell when she began to speak about finding this small girl, and her heart ached even more.

When Daenerys spoke about her taking in the small pup, she didn’t hesitate, her heart immediately said yes. So did her mind. “Of course I’ll take her! There is more than enough room in my heart, and in my family for her.” She smiled, reaching her nose out slowly to sniff at the small figure in front of Daenerys.



anemone, seven, female, spirane, mother of four, fated to sabriel