Shadewood reach for my hand,

Vorilye had been napping near the whelping den when he heard the sudden cry of the child. His eyes snapped open at once, and he got to his paws, lumbering towards her awkwardly — his side hurt like hell still, but at least it was healing. "And where do you think you're going?" he rumbled softly, gently scruffing her and sitting her back upright. A moment passed, then he reached carefully to clean a bit of dirt from her nose. Metis... his daughter. It was... strange. He was still getting used to it.