Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

The exhale of his breath stirred only a pain in his chest as Elentari confirmed the details Sialuk had given him. His pale eyes swept from her beautiful face as movement from his peripheral vision was caught, noting the sleepy movement of the boy as he rubbed a paw to his tired eyes.

His chest all but cracked, and he preened closer, nose coming down to graze against his son’s crown—the scent of the boy calming him momentarily before he placed a kiss gingerly to Elentari’s cheek.

“Shall I look for them?” It was hard to keep the threatening tone from his words—particularly when a sliver of venom laced his voice.