Season 7, Episode 21

Doll dreamt of the past. It was part memory, part fantasy, though it was now hard to tell one from the other. He dreamt of that first, almost forgotten, time with Hades. The pain of his magick awakening was now a different kind of pain. The young Hades's brutality and yet gentle awareness of him was being rewritten in his mind and heart as the coming together of future Innehavres.

He dreamt of times yet to come as his kits and Spitfire's played together as he and his three mates looked on, cuddling. Proud and so very much in love. And safe. The no-fur dreamed of a time when the danger had passed.

It was lovely until a profound sadness seeped in the cracks taking him out of both places. He felt the nothingness all around him. The little lives sleeping within him slipping out of his reach. Fading away.

The no-fur awoke with a start. His hands instinctively reached for his growing darlings. What was the stuff of nightmares passed as he found the opposite to be true. His belly was fat wit