Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

tossing this in here to wrap up acrux in this thread!

vision blurred as he rubbed the corners of tired eyes, the figure of his father hazy but distinguishable. he saw him so little that the very sight of the man offered up a few delighted beats of the boy's tail against the earth. it brought forth a warmth sense of self worth that despite his father's dedicated pursuit of the bride price, that he would stop to visit during the boy's time of recovery. 

the words exchanged between parents was not heard as he faded back to the blanket of slumber. he snuggled into the comfort of his mother as the whisper of words lulled him to a dream. a dream to a time when he was older, and when he too could hunt for a bride price.