Dawnlark Plains on one side, yesterday, on the other side, tomorrow across the void

Love? The young Corten repeated sleepily; he was only half-awake, but his mother's words cut through the haze, followed by the echoing voices of his siblings. River rolled over and flopped his legs out, stretching his muzzle out to lazily lick his mother's fur where he could reach her. I looooove. Love you. He mimicked, stifling a yawn and drawing his paws over his eyes.