i am noble too, oh Lord of Wolves
STARLIGHT WAS MY MOTHER.
AND MY FATHER WAS THE DARK.
It was not often that Eclypse evaded her usual sleep schedule. For after all, she proved to be an ideal baby so far. Yet perhaps it was the sudden chill that rolled over the mountains that evening. How it seemed to continue to chill, lower and lower as the sun continued its descent.
Her teeth had chattered softly as she tried to burrow herself deep in the plush of her mother's side. Only surely everyone's coat had begun to prepare for summer and not this surprise winter night. So who could blame the young Eastfall-Slayer babe for the way she began to squirm and fuss when nothing felt like enough? Amplified by her lack of good sleep this evening.
She only continued to grow terribly fussed as the breeze kicked up outside and the cold seemed to brew further into the den.