Hmmm, something keeps bothering me.
Aside from giving birth and knowing Noah was secret royalty—a king, mind you—nothing has changed.
I still blush softly at the feeling of having my babies, my cubs on my bosom, sucking on my breast until they are full and begin to snooze again—they're without worries, those little ones.
Damar is still asleep as well. Though, his consciousness drifts in and out every now and then. It seems his hibernation is nearing its end, yay!
Now, for what is actually bothering me...
The three little cuties that have fuzzy fur on their back growing by the second until I can no longer see the pink soft skin they were born with... They have finally opened their eyes but none of them took my eyes.
The firstborn, the boy, has Fenric's ruby eyes and, of course, his black and white coat as well, the black stripes not relenting and making me think I gave birth to a zebra, haha.
