Noctisardor Bypass gyonplei

He couldn’t pinpoint what it was about the den that made him nervous. It wasn’t the claustrophobia or the fragility of puppies - it was something unnameable that made him feel as if he did not belong here. 

With Heda’s encouragement Anselm inched close. They were all asleep - tiny toes and noses twitching as they chased butterflies in far away dreams. He glanced back to Heda but she was looking away; he turned back to the bundle of puppies and tried to sort out who was who. 

He realized with a sting of shame that if they woke, they’d probably be afraid of him. After some inspection he righted himself and pushed backwards, exciting the den. Giving Heda a brief glance, Anselm cleared his throat and spoke quietly - I vill be outside.