Redhawk Caldera dimpling

just a lil cameo!

It was not hard to keep Boris close. He saw that day every time he closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he watched the sky. No longer in wonder, but filled with that same dread that washed in waves from mama’s anxious face. He stuck close to her now — closer, even, than before.

Papa’s voice had stirred him, but rather than waking, he kept a paw over his eyes. Enough so the light still seeped in and he could see the den floor, but not enough for anyone else to see he was peeping unless the got real close. Boris stayed quiet and listened to his parents talk to each other in hushed voices and words he grasped more and more as the days eased by.

Words like,

I love you too.

We love our kids.

We’re gonna be alright.