Sounds of water spilling into the open crevasses deep within the grotto echoes lightly through the air as the whistling wind from outside sings with the tune. The silver shine of the moon illuminates the snow that blows so violently through the opening in the cavern and it is now that she is assured in her decision to retreat below. She did not worry for her children or for Elijah; they were all capable of making their own decisions and if any of them were ever in dire need of help then she would surely go. But there is no need to grow anxious for their wellbeing at a moment like this.

The past winter seasons have brought her multitudes of offspring and this one is no different. As she settles onto her haunches she can tell that the young one is already growing so very much; and she does have a feeling that it is only one. Her abdomen has now grown into such a size as it had with her first three litters, there is hardly any difference at all, but she is aware that the little one is there waiting for its day to arrive.

That day would be soon to come as well. This season had not been very harsh on Moladion, temperatures being moderate for the cold months, and this storm is the first to happen. The bite from that deranged coyote has healed itself, though the hair is still missing in a few small dots. She does not linger on such things of the past for very long as the sound of another approaching has her attentions lowering toward the darkness of the caverns again. From the sparse light that filters through she sees the shadowy figure of her brother, head lowered and voice softened as he speaks her name. ”So you’ve fared well since your brutal ass-beating, I see,” a snicker is given after she speaks and a jesting smile to accompany it. She had been so much more inclined to communicate with him since her epiphany within Diveen – it was a new era for the both of them it seemed.