Porcupine Ridge thinner

Seff. The name ignited a spark hope within him, that perhaps the world would be right again if given time. Terich-mir felt hunger and exhaustion tug at him, but once again he wasn't going to let her keep watch. That's a lovely name, he said softly, nudging her cheek. Rest with him. I'll protect you. It was a promise that he had given her days ago, and one that he would forever uphold.

Though they didn't know each other well, Terich-mir felt the stirrings of affection for her, and wondered at that. It wasn't that he lusted after her or anything; it was more the feelings one gets for friends. Perhaps in time such friendship could blossom into something more, but for now, that would be enough.

Terich turned toward the den's mouth then and curled into a ball, eyes wide open as he kept watch.