Northstar Vale Génnisi

Towhee’s voice and signing welcomed him in.

The young wolf bowed his head to her and carried his parcel inside. The smells were distinct. The birthing den was warm with life. As he took his time to adjust to the lack of light, his navy gaze fell on the little bundles that were tucked close to Towhee’s body. Antigone was in awe. They were so small and so fragile in their fresh bodies.

Breathless and lost in wonder, the red-hooded boy gawked at them.

When time stretched on and he became aware of his unending stare on the children, Antigone shook his head and placed his herbs near her paws. They should have been brought with meat, he realized. She would need food to keep her strength.

-They’re so little,- he signed to her, breathing the words past his lips in amazement.