Broken Antler Fen kabhi khushi, kabhi gham

far, beti, he admitted softly, eyes softening, growing sad. i will have to go soon. before the winter truly comes.

to leave her behind. . .

he inhaled, let it out. watched the leaves at his paws stir at his breath, only slightly; if he were to blow and cast them across lands to tytonidae. . .

one day, maybe, i will bring her and your brother here, aditya said, his voice fervent—but he couldn't promise anything. but i must go. . .soon. i am sorry, ani.