Firefly Glen Sayin' "who are you and where are you from?"

[table width=80%][tr][td]Malice had raised her firstborn with excellent manners and pride which had resulted in him being almost just like her. Sure, they had had their disagreements, but Tryp still loved her dearly and wished her the best now that she was without children yet again. Whether Malice would attempt for a second litter was uncertain, but he didn't mind if she did; he was and would forever be the first Rochester-Lanius to grace the earth and leave a mark far greater than his parents (or so he hoped). He held amazing pride in his name and his parents who had so bravely fought for his and his brother's life and the thought of never seeing them again hurt his insides deeply. He then wondered; what was her family like? Did she have siblings? Was she a firstborn like him?

He saw her wondering; perhaps still unsure with a not-quite stranger like him. The thought of her not knowing what a hug was didn't dawn on him; never would it, either. Malice was a true hug-bear and with her big frame had she kept him warm throughout so many cold nights of winter. Still, she accepted and Tryp was elated. Silent moments slid by as he waited on a more manageable position from Kaori, but it never came. How strange.

He bit his lip, stepped forward and wrapped his head softly around her neck. With his bigger frame, he had to lower far more than ever before with his mother and father, but he didn't care. His heart thumped in his chest that was only brushing slightly against her. He had shut his eyes tightly, sniffing in her scent even better than before and finally feeling her raven fur against his own. He would only let go whenever she showed signs of wanting some space again and felt an unescapable sadness. Perhaps he was a bit homesick...[/tr][/td][/table]