Nova Peak oh where, oh where can my baby be.

He relented after a few moments, stilling his nose as it remained pressed in to the boys tummy, feeling his paws strum his lips like they were a guitar. Pulling back, he watched his son, noting how quiet he was in comparison to Swift. They would only remain this small for a stolen amount of time, and Scimitar was certain that each time he closed his eyes, he would re-open them and they had grown almost an inch overnight.
 
Sweeping a paw out, the cinnamon wolf pulled the boy closer to him and in to his chest, holding Whittier before he nestled his own muzzle down to rest upon the cool ground of the den. Perhaps, he could entice the boy to a nap.