Dragoncrest Cliffs moondust

when he awoke, he gazed upon the mask of his mother.

she watered him, tended to him, refreshed what needed to be so. then his voice had become small in his throat. even if he willed himself to be deadpan, a stoic wall.

he asked for his mother to bring @Mireille near for him. to help him so they might sit in a private place just beyond the den. still so close, for he did not trust himself to go far, but so that the wind would tussle his bedded down fur.

he had to lay down, he found.

his gaze stayed diligent for his sister.