Swiftcurrent Creek And i just want to be alone

The man spun of obsidian and reds, with eyes as blue as a sky. The only marring on his pelt, the white ring around his eye. The one thing his mother had gifted him. A piece of her white. He had done his best to take care of the children he loved as much as Akavir loved them. Kids that belonged to his best friend. But he hadn't loved them enough had he? IF he had they'd still be here. And they wouldn't have been so sad.

He was shaken from his thoughts of them. Arlette's question and he was unsure how to answer, at first. Because did he want some. He probably had some. The sea queen had definitely been in heat. But he had no right to them. She and her family had made that crystal clear. 

A firm nod. If that is something in the cards for me, yes I would. Fuzzy little fur balls under foot. He chuckled to himself. 

I've always liked little kids. The whole world ahead of them and such life and light in their little souls.

Arric nodded. I believe neither one talked about it much. Akavir only told me, because he admitted her into borders without so much as a song or a dance. So i think he told me so i wasn't so worried about it.

Thanks. You would have liked him i think, my dad. He was a little nicer than me. Backward and shy. Knew a little about healing himself, but not enough to keep scars from showing up. He had too with the way he threw himself into fights for the better of others.

Arric chuckled. You can teach me anytime. I always like to learn new things. And healing is always an important skill.