Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

Despite it all—everything in his world seemingly on fire in that moment and the exhaustion that plagued him—the simple description of an ‘auntie’ allowed a hint of a smile to place itself upon his muzzle. The simple familiarity of it spoke volumes of family and love—and for a moment, the darkened wolf was reminded of the true reason of life.

“You were close with her, then? Your aunt?” He hadn’t known his own aunts and uncles—but Constantine had discussed them with a loving memory… and Akavir himself had once wished his own children would be blessed with the presents of many aunts and uncles in their own life.

His own siblings, however, hadn’t quite felt the same, it seemed.