Broken Antler Fen coloring book

The the cold started to get the better of his downy coast, Mato was ushered back into the warmth of the den where he was once again protected by the late-autumn winds. He looked up to Sebastian as they moved, his gaze never wandering-- even after the pair had settled near the nest.

Mato loved his father dearly, there was no denying this. Whenever Sebastian came into the den, Mato was the often the first to drop everything in favor of greeting his father. He loved his father for many reasons, but, most of all, play often happened when the silver-furred patriarch was around.

It was just this that happened as the alpha adjusted himself into an inviting position. Dropping onto his chest and sticking his rear in the air, a growl bubbled in the child’s throat as he looked at his father with a gleam in his eyes, as if inviting his father to strike first.