"I was cold, the first snow was falling. Yet instead of hating me, you welcomed me by your fire. Thank you kind one. I wish more humans were like you." -- BKF
The household was already crowded with people. Most of them under the age of fifteen. Their mother had no true reason to call Plenty inside as they made their way along the otherwise lonely road. it may have been spare maternal instinct. It may have been pity.
Either way, Plenty kept their horns down and their tail out of everyone's way as they huddled by the hearth. Periodically, they would catch one of the babies before they could try touching the flames or the coals, and set them down in a different direction.
"You can nurse 'em. I trust you," said the mother. She was busy enough with the cauldron and keeping the toddlers out of the fire.
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