‘With every newborn baby, a little sun rises.’ -Irmgard Erath
Ember
I was walking the grounds of the pack with Bastet as we checked on everyone to see how spring cleaning was going. We would be having a spring festival tonight and I was looking forward to it. There would be a large feast and a bonfire lit to ward off the winter so spring could take over.
Winter had been long but the pack lived through it. Killian and I kept each other warm each night and worked beside each other every day. Bastet had even found a little love over the winter and his mate was pregnant with kittens. I wondered why it was so easy for him to get another cat pregnant but it was taking Killian and me forever.
My father had kept in contact with us over the winter through letters. He didn’t have any issues,
