Dawnlark Plains when god falls fast asleep

Though the words had mostly been mimicking his mother, River did know in a way what it meant. He had only ever felt such affection for his parents, for his siblings until now; those were the words he had come to associate with it. To hear it returned from the golden wolf was wonderful— almost as wonderful as when his mother said it, but not quite.
He tucked himself further into the embrace, chewing on Aditya's chest fur contently. River only paused at his explanation; he was quiet for a moment, discreetly spitting the hair from his mouth (he had no regrets, honestly). Pyaar, He repeated quietly when that was done— another word for these feelings.
Adi— River yawned again, mumbling now. Don't... cold. Words were still a little too much effort, and he was tired, but he hoped Aditya knew what he meant (he probably wouldn't, but River of course assumed adults were all knowing). He really didn't want the golden wolf to go wherever his father had gone. He shifted a little more to get comfortable, then; a nap did sound nice.