Hair still floating, the Goddess-in-a-human took a step forward. She may not be freezing, but she certainly carried a lot of the cold in with her. As expected from a Lunar deity tied to this world's winter.
> And now she's keeping me from my son, who is hungry and sensitive to that chill. <
Vrika dimly whimpers an impression of agreement, that we need to look after the pup. I may have rigged the powered container up to the heating system, but it's still been struggling to put out enough warmth in this kind of weather to a building this large.
It certainly isn't a perfect 101 degrees of werewolf in here.
"I came to see what I have wrought. To witness a bridge between the methods of two worlds."
The implication that this birth was planned… does not surprise me. But it still sent ice through my veins. Not due to any actual cold, but from my adrenaline spiking as I tried to stand. I *needed* to stand urgently, to confront her.
"You will not touch him."
