Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

She continued on of family—wishing him the best in reconnecting with his littermate. He missed Viinturuth—more than he wished to, if he were honest. But his ivory sibling had never been able to settle his wandering paws, and Akavir could not wish for him to try to tame his wanderlust to satisfy his own wish to be near.

Now, he held a brother in Arric—and a growing family within the creek.

As the topic drifted to the love of children and how it had taken her by surprise, he could quietly agree with that—his own eyes tracing from the two who rested with the mottle-coated woman to the boy that remained in his own arms. He felt the hint of a smile curl at the corner of his lips. “They do have a way of turning your life upside down,” he agreed.