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The nights grew shorter and shorter, and her mother's belly swelled with the moon.
Spring was a season of new life, and their family began to bud and bloom in understated ways. Most of it was just familiarity and comfort, though some of this went away when Milos departed again. Knowing it was of his own volition and for a heartfelt purpose, Willow could not feel sad or scared, but she pined for the day they would all come back together again and stay that way forever.
The Shoal was a placid lake, seeming to wait for something.
Willow thought the birth of its newest members would invoke change again, give them something to celebrate. A new life that knew nothing of sorrow and grief, only love and family - she knew how much they all needed this. In the meantime, she fished, and played with Toklo, and doted on her mother.
She dreamed, too.
Eventually the day came. Her mother walked into the woods, and Willow anxiously repaired her fishing net while Toklo gnawed on an old fishbone and watched her. They said nothing, not even their language of movement and expression, but when the howl came both jumped to their feet and went running.
Willow slowed when she saw Eliza, her eyes wide. Toklo's looked round and giant, too, as he stopped short. But Eliza's eldest continued forward, tears already sparkling on her cheeks, and leaned forward to hug her mother, ever so conscious of the tiny body wiggling between their warm bodies. She took a peek at him, smiled.
Oh, Ma, he's beautiful - what's his name?
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Crouched at the edge of where one element met the other, shaggy elbows resting on shaggy knees, a young man gazed into the thawing tributary and thought about change.
It had only been a handful of moons since his life had been upended, and everything that he knew and held dear scattered to the winds of the big bad world. Oh, how drastically different his life had grown since then The Fall. Before, he might have aspired to follow in the pawsteps of his prominent parents and climbed the ranks to hold a meaningful rank of his own. He would have learned about diplomacy and strategy and defense and he would have continued honing his basic survival skills, careful to focus on those important to Krokar – fishing and trading and spirituality – while also ensuring proficiency in other abilities, such as hunting and trapping and foraging.
Now, it seemed to Percival Parhelion, most of his energy was spent on basic, dog-eat-dog survival alone.
"What're ya brooding about?"
Percy blinked and furrowed his prominent brows. "I'm not broodin'."
The response from his monotone littermate was a sharp laugh that encouraged Percy to shoot her a sharp glare with a snap of his head. "Yeah!" she barked. "An' I ain't a bitch."
Thankfully (or perhaps unfortunately, if Daisy had anything to say about it – she so loved to goad her dear brother), the cry of their uncle sliced through the early spring air as sharp as a knife and both siblings lifted their heads. Percival rose quickly. "Ma," he said unnecessarily another word, both of them raced off to the sound.
They arrived just as Eliza was revealing the newest family member's name.
"Thistle?" Daisy remarked with approval, her grin crooked as she looked from her little brother to her mother's dear face.
Percival approached more quietly, his smile warm and his eyes adoring. He looked upon the small boy a long while before lifting his eyes to Eliza's face. "He's so perfect," he said with some pride, as though most children born were not so complete or whole.
Tearing his eyes away from the his mother and new brother, Percy glanced at the rest of his family and held his gaze on Willow – his oldest, most respected sister – and broadened his smile. Then he returned his eyes to Eliza. "We'll teach 'im ev'rything he needs to know," he vowed, thinking his family would agree.
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