Northstar Vale Sweet

The adorable little tyke moved out of sight and Talisman bit back the whine in his throat. He wanted to go after him, though of course that was a foolish thought. Feeling a little stupid, he crooked a paw in an unseen wave at the child’s back.

Don’t worry, he thought, reluctantly plucking himself off the outcropping and slinking away into the brush, prepared to retrace his steps now. You’ll have some of your own someday, a notion as exhilarating as it was unexpected.