Lost Creek Hollow april serenade

partially expecting akavir's nose to get bitten by an angry mama... hahaha

A switch in her mood—Mae snuggled closer to his warmth—or she looked for a chew toy. Either way, the acting out was done—and as the other little one wailed into the dark, his daughter had the gall of giving him an incredulous look—like, wasn’t he going to soothe the babe that Mae had been so intent to strike only moments before?

Knowing he would have his hands full with his daughter as weeks passed on, he cast an arched brow glance to her, and raising, he nudged her softly, encouraging, before padding close to nose at the crown of the afraid pup—hoping to soothe before the cries of the younger one would wake a mother that clearly was in a much needed and deeper sleep.

Rumbling to soothe, he made to lay down between the two cubs—nudging the youngest closer, and coaxing Mae forward—the storm would pass, soon, he hoped, and sleep could be had once more.