Moonspear technicolor

Beside her he slid to a supine state, his snout for a moment lodged in the downy furs just behind her ear. A comforting touch, much for her as it was for him. This had all give him much to think about and he would as they laid there, though his gaze long settled on the youngest of their children.

He thought it a shame that they had to worry about such things in the world for their sake, and though he wouldn’t have traded them for a thing, he found their existence to add to a list of complications that came with all he had amassed. Perhaps such was the trials of holding such a particular station in a long-lived pack, but he did not believe their prestige to be worthy of repeated targeting. But he also believed that they would prevail regardless; they were shrewd intellectuals, more than just the brawn they possessed in number alone.

He set his head against his legs and sighed contently; there was much to still ponder.

Dirge merely wanted to live in the moment, for now.