Sawtooth Spire lone star

astraeus, understandably, doesn't seem very interested in what wintersbane can give him. or rather, what he can't provide him with. i get it. wintersbane breathes out a heavy exhale. did he really, he wonders? how much could be compare to the boy's situation? it has been a long time since he has been so young and lotte hadn't abandoned him. only with her death ...and that had been no one's fault. the nip of the boy's sharp milk teeth on his thigh draws out a small hiss of pain from the tundrian. a punctuation of breath that morphs unintentionally into a verbal, hey! in protest.

someone could've warned him that puppies had gremlin teeth.

alright, alright. wintersbane gives up, shifting when the boy's weight falls then to his tail. he hesitates, unsure if the boy was capable of producing and regulating his own body heat. he stays close but gives the little gremlin child boy space before letting up a summoning howl.

his new position in the den abandoned except for all but the child was where wintersbane waits until someone capable of giving him what he needed — mothers milk — arrived to relieve him.