Moonspear snake pit poetry

Meerkat took his point a little harder than he’d intended, which told him not that he’d been too harsh, but that she was a sensitive wolf. Noted.

Penn’s smile didn’t falter as she abruptly tried to excuse herself. It was easy, since he thought her behavior was pretty amusing. His eyes dropped to the raccoon, but his ears perked as she spoke. He breathed in her scent and finally placed a paw on the oddly sweet smell she carried. She was a mother.

”You’ve got little ones?” Penn asked, lifting his gaze back to Meerkat with honest curiosity. Ever since he’d decided to leave his grown children to their own lives, a nagging thought refused to leave his mind. He’d fucked up his chance to be a dad to them, but that didn’t mean he would never get another chance.