Stavanger Bay It was a privilege, wasn't it?

last post for me too.

Charon barely registered his father's touch, because it was gone by the time that he realised and would have reacted to it, so he just sat there. Where there had been activity all around him just moments ago, now things seemed to be settling down; or perhaps it seemed this way because Kevlyn was the biggest source of activity. Whether it was his internal clock that was at the same page as his siblings', or whether he was just tired and it was a coincidence, Charon was about ready for another nap.

He let out a long yawn and, at the end of it, nearly flopped over on the spot. However, missing a bit of warmth, Charon crawled over to his mum, found her soft, warm fur, inhaled her scent and curled up against her. He dozed off, feeling content as he was surrounded by family.