Moonspear [m] listening to fear

Sialuk laughed. He looked over at her, grinning sheepishly. He couldn’t believe how much his fortune had turned since leaving The Tribe and literally stumbling across Moonspear. He owed it all to Alaric, though he felt indebted to Sialuk now too.

Maybe, he said, tail waving.

He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t want to sire as many pups as possible, with any woman willing to accept him. Talisman could already picture them. If any came out wearing his colors, they would look positively cherubic. Perhaps it was narcissistic to think so, yet his dad had always touted his superior genes and unique coloring.

If there’s anything I can do to support you, just let me know. Okay? Anything. I’ll wait on you hand and foot, if you want, Talis told her earnestly.