"
Foals, amIrite?" There was a quick flicker of relief in Cors eyes before he came even closer to set the plush on Rep's desk. "I am hopeful I will get better at it in any case. I want them to look more like what is in my head - and not -" He pointed at the plush. "-not quite
that."
"At least if it comes to it, I get the feeling there will be an amazing battle to be had. One we will surely win." They had to win, anyway. They were a mighty race, one and all. The thought that they might not, was immediately banished as it did nothing but concern him further and right now he was enjoying life. He had it all, anyway. A family, plenty of resources, jobs to do, a lot of prey to hunt. He even had time on his claws for hobbies.
"I trust your mates are doing well, too? Everyone seems to be completely fine aside from forgetting yesterday." Which, worrisome aside, was not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.