SIGRID

The cry of my daughter, my firstborn.

"Silas," I gasped, my voice shaky, sinking into the soft fur blanket beneath me.

I could feel more fluids flowing between my legs, the pain barely subsiding. The air inside the cave was thick with intense scents.

A tiny bundle was gently placed on my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw her, a wrinkled little thing with platinum-white hair like Silas. She was so small, her skin still red from birth, her tiny mouth trembling in a pout as if she wanted to c