"Ren, baby, look," Roxy whispered again, her voice trembling as she nudged her shoulder against his slack, freezing chest.
In her arms, the newborn baby boy let out another sharp, furious wail, his tiny fists waving blindly in the cold air. He was hungry, his instincts immediately demanding sustenance. Roxy hastily, desperately fumbled with the edge of the emerald blanket, bringing the infant closer to her breast so the Fox King could see.
"Look how strong he is, Ren," Roxy pleaded, her brilliant green eyes wide and frantic, entirely ignoring the blinding, tearing pain radiating from her own core. "He's feeding. He's perfect. Please, baby, open your eyes and look at him. You wanted this so much."
The pale, translucent face of the trickster did not move. His vibrant green eyes remained closed, his long lashes resting motionlessly against his sunken cheeks.
