Lost Creek Hollow april serenade

The pup was reluctantly soothed by his touch—the rugged man pulling her in closer as she burrowed—cries fading to hiccups. Mae came closer—Akavir reaching out also to his daughter to cradle them both against him—breathing out a gentle sigh as the storm raged on outside.

Mae went to ‘boop’ the other on the nose—Akavir searched his daughter and leaning down to plant a rumbling kiss on her brow, he whispered. “In a world you can be anything, Mae, above all, be kind,” he offered to her quietly.