Paimon crested the hill, a bundle of apples and pears in his mouth as he hurried towards his mate and five new babies. He couldn't believe how many they'd had. Five. And he couldn't be happier. He grinned like the foolish stallion he was as he made his way to his mate, nuzzling her as he let go of the bundle, setting it down in front of her face. He then moved to nose the five bundles. Two boys, and three girls, their pelts promising to be as firey and spirited as their parents. "How are they?" he asked as the blue lightning marked male wriggled closer to his father.
