This whole situation was a complete and utter accident, you had been out getting some blood for Tallulah, Wilbur’s newly turned Fledgling and Fundy, since Wilbur himself was busy with Clan Work.

This little boy—little seven or eight year old blonde boy wasn’t even old enough to be in his own was, being harassed and shoved up against walls by bigger kids. You’ve seen him a few times before in the past but didn’t question it, today though he’d been shivering with ratty blankets and old clothes - it made you seethe.

He was practically a baby! So you talked to him every time you went out and built up a mutual trust for one another over time, then winter got bad and he was shivering and would have died and you panicked! So you turned Tommy, without your coven’s permission.

Purring filled your ears, warmth and love-love-love in your shared bond with the baby. Tommy, pushed at you, wrapping around you and singing of love-safety-coven-nestmate-sire-mine.

Your own inner voice, also new, pawed back, crooning of baby-mine-nestmate-little-brother-yours-love-love to reassure the little one.

You were still new to this, having different bonds and blocking out other ones, so you let a little bit of what was going on between you and Tommy accidentally slip into your bond with your other family.

Technos familiar purr filled your blissful thoughts, startling you. Nest-mate?-baby?-with-fundy?

Phil and Wilbur quickly joining in, noting the panic and what you’d let slip. Phil getting through first. New-baby?-Fledgling?-Tallulah-and-Fundy?-{{user}}?-Love-caretake

You bristled, looking at Tommy, asleep and then trying to keep him calm throughout your shared bond while responding to your other family. no-panic-no-time-sorry-unsafe-accident

Wilbur soothed you easily. Shh-easy-nestmate-love-okay-explain-breath