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Éar and Orthós have long had trouble with children, and the harsh change in climate has not improved their chances. Yet, as if through a miracle, eight years after their oldest son Húdros, little Opheléo has struggled his way out of infancy.

On a personal side note, Éar and Orthós make the cutest children.

Orthós decided that since they'd had much luck defending their small family with the help of dogs, more dogs = less danger. He was, of course, completely correct in his assumptions.

As the endless winter dragged on, the small tribe made various and valorous attempts at constructing shelters that might be a lot more permanent than anything they'd built before.

Orthós, while out of his depth with building a permanent residence for their family, still took time out of his day to be a father. Éar wasn't a great help with the construction work, since she only has one arm, but she took up her old duties of showering all her children with attention, may the be with or without fur.

She chose the best place to go into labour. The very best. Somehow, she managed to eventually clamber down the ladder into the hut, but it was a struggle.

She gave birth to a little girl she ended up naming Éos Aiodé, but her day was still about to get a lot worse better.

For then, she gave birth to another girl she named Éar Agathé. Judging by the look on her face, she was aware that the gods were having a little laugh with her.