My Ehiyeh has not gone unnoticed. I know she has given birth to more of my blood. I must go inspect them to see if my own blood carries heavy within them as it goes within their mother. I know not who is the father- though it hardly matters. It is the mother who matters most in the creation of life. I know she will have produced acceptable offspring, and if not...well, we will have to see. Such a thing will have to be determined by my own eyes.

My grey and black form moves with easy through known paths in Glorall. I know this place well. I know every tree. Every rock. I squash every plant that displeases me that grows in a spot I do not approve of. My son deserves only the best of lands, and deserves a Mother knowing All. I know where my great-grand pups reside- and it is about time they meet their original maker, and learn a thing or two about the world.

The sun has cracked over the horizon. The sky was on its way to turning blue. The young should be restless and ready to leave their dens pretty soon. I go upon dark grey paws. I go to where the scent of my grand child is thick, with the scents of new life intertwined. My eyes of copper observe the area in which they live carefully. I stalk from in the bushes and shadows. I have mastered the ability to be quiet when needed, and in these moments I am as the sun rises higher.

I wish them to come out though, and such a thing is easy enough. I step beyond my hidden path, and into open view of the den. As I do, I hum a dark tune. My voice is something of sirens, tempting to all that hear. It is a tune I often hum, and one that I hope will lure out the little ones to me. I descend to the ground and lay upon my belly. My legs gently cross in front of me, my head high, as I continue to hum and stare at the mouth of the den. Come out, come out...