Panther Park Taxídi

The redstone figure wanted to hurry to the canyon. His paws itched to cross the ground that stretched between them and Mereo. Glancing back over his shoulder, Arsenio could see that Tamar struggled with the trip and the sickness that had overcome her. He worried but did not know how he might assist her except to get to Aquene as swiftly as they could.

Turning, he brushed his cheek to his wife’s and gazed upon her with love and concern.

We will slow our walk, my love. Aquene will not go anywhere. Let us take our time so that you do not have to be ill and tired. Arsenio wished that he could take her sickness. It did not seem quite so fair that she would be burdened with carrying their young ones and that he was left to watch.