Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

He lay near the mouth of the den and watched them sleep, a lot more than he ever thought he would. The little dark boy, like him. The little pale girl, like Aure. His eyes were rapt with fascination as Dragomir, caught up in some wild dream, kicked and flailed around. And then--all was still. The dream was, apparently, done.

You okay, little man? Verx whispered, barely audible through his ruined throat. He swallowed, a trembling smile coming to his muzzle. It was wild that they were his. He hadn't really known love like this before. He didn't really know whether he'd ever known love at all, until this.

Slowly, gently, he stretched out his neck and touched the boy with his nose, muzzle pressed to the tiny belly. He was so soft. So soft.