Wren smiled, tracing her child's face for the umpteenth time in a state of love. They were safe - his aunts and uncles, his cousins and grandparents, their family and his fathers and mothers, all safe. Even his siblings. But now was acclimating to cold, a biting, permeating cold Wren was glad Bubbles had inherited an adaption to handle better. Where many family had warmer clothes, others needed the hjelp of the natives. Actually... Several humans fleeing the sickly Earth did. Wren sighed, crooning at Bubbles, glancing as Sun yawned, bringing the child a fresh hot meal before crooning softly. The two weren't mated, but Sun was a friend -- kind and soft, and ever helpful, and he made a soft noise to assure her one of the alphas was to return any minute -- with fresh goods, and to Bubbles, he even promised toys and sweets. Wren cooed, nodding as Sun settled to tidy their blankets once more, and Wren sat up, listening for the sound of claws or feet on stone to herald someone returning as she coaxed Bubbles to eat, and smiled fondly.
"See? Sun-Papa brought you yummies sweetie!"
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