After breakfast, they headed back to the sleeping quarters.
The moment the four predators crossed the threshold, they froze in unison.
The spacious room was completely overwhelmed. Towers of brightly colored diaper packs, stacks of fortified premium formula, and the elegant, dark-wood cot filled every available inch of floor space near the wardrobe.
"Oh my mirrors," Raiden murmured, his nine pink fox tails fluffing up to twice their normal size as he carefully navigated around a stack of infant fruit purées.
He immediately dropped to his knees beside a box of newborn onesies to lift a tiny piece of clothing. "Hana, look at this. It's smaller than my palm." He said. "How can a living creature fit into something so microscopic?"
"Haven't you seen a baby before?" She asked but it didn't even look like he was listening anymore, marvelling at the sheer size of the clothes.
"Babies… They will be so fragile," He muttered
