King Elk Forest Her Kiss

Wide eyed, he listened to his mother. His to own, his to safekeeping - instructions he hoped he could follow. He thought through spaces he might hide it. In time, he’d think of one his siblings did not know of yet. Vaska was mostly sure of this.

For the time, however, Vaska rubbed his face in the fur. For comfort, or bedding, or both. The thought of one day having more and more firs brought a smile to his face. I could have a whole den lined with fur! he beamed at his mother again, and would reach up to offer her a kiss on her chin - but only if she allowed. Maybe… you could even teach me how to make them… and maybe then, he could even make one for her.

He thought he would. Ma had even come to see him, and not just Vidaar and Venere. He almost didn’t believe her — and wouldn’t have, if she wasn’t right here saying these very things to him.

I like to ‘xplore! it was not a hard question, though beyond that? Umm… I dunno what else, Vidaar and Venere usually choose. He added this with a shrug and a sheepish turn of his head.