Whitebark Stream That's the role of poetry: to say what others cannot utter.

The exchange was an emotional one, though he was glad to have aired his feelings for Ana for a time. She would be forever dear to him, sweet Anastasia, принцесса of his heart - but he could love Dawn in a way unique only to them.

Artyom smiled again for her, brighter this time, as she voiced agreement to be his partner. His tail gave a slow sleep, relief seeping from his bones as he regarded her with a fond sheen to his gaze. "I can't promise it will be easy," he told her, "but I can promise you loyalty. I can promise that I will never hurt you, and I will put my all into being a father."

Of this, the ranger felt certain. This development had come for them hard and fast, but they had the luxury of time on their side to grow together. He hoped that by the day of Dawn's whelping, they would have gained a better sense of who they were as a couple.