Whitebark Stream bulletproof loneliness at best

AW but would love a @Dawn <3

he had yet to formally meet artyom's mate. there had been a puppy explosion as of late, making dawn's children the oldest of all of them. in fact, surya hadn't really met the other mothers, either. it was just as well—they were, of course, busy.

but he was intrigued to make the acquaintance of the woman who loved his savior. without artyom, he may not have a home.

surya dropped a plump squirrel just outside the whelping den, giving a soft whuff in greeting. i brought you and your babies some food, he informed her, peering idly inside. in the early morning light, it was too dim to see much. it is not much. . .but every little bit counts, right?

god. he was already talking too much. the yearling sat back upon his haunches, keeping a respectful distance from the mouth of the den and waiting to see whether dawn would emerge.