Duskfire Glacier who whispered the beauty of snow and the fear of death

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Rye let go of his reservations on cuddling up with the exhausted pair, nothing else mattered more to him than what laid right in front of him. Lesser responsibilities could wait, if only for a night. Regardless of whether or not the hotah truly understood what the merle said, he gave her one final affection atop her head before finding a comfortable position to lay. Remaining aware of his sleeping son in the process. Rye watched and waited for Imaqs breathing to even out, choosing only then to let himself drift off into his own slumber. The year had been a wild, untamed mess for the hotah but somehow, amidst all the chaos he found love and through that came the joy of child rearing.