Sephiroth carried the male to the mattress that he and Seferia normally slept on. When he watched the male curl up in a ball and close his eyes to sleep, he couldn’t help but laugh in amusement.
“All growl and no bite.” He said as he picked up the stool he frequently sat on when he washed himself, setting it down near the mattresses so he could watch the infant’s behaviour.
“Set the female down near him, and I bet you anything that they will huddle.”