Tuktu Hinterlands Oh heart doth broken

The boy laughed lightly at her joke, his shoulders curling inwards as the breath knocked around within his chest. "Yeah, theyre tasty for sure!"

But despite his mother's best attempt at reassuring him all would be fine the boy still had a hard time believing it. Firebirds were strong, but what about Kingslend? Primrose didn't know of their numbers, of their strength, but the air they exuded was awful, weird, unknown. "I promise mama, i'll just stay by you!"

And with that the boy reached up his forepaw to rub lightly at his snout, wiping the last remaining sadness stuck to his fur before turning to face his mother with a wide smile. "Thank you, mama."

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