Moonspear Starbright

Alaric had no problem curling around the children. Singing them soft songs. Gentle brush of paws over little sweet heads and shoulders. He couldn't feed them  yet, and they for sure couldn't hear him. But he was able to make  forays into vibrations. They could feel that at least.

A soft look at the exuberant boy. Even deaf, and blind. He was voracious and a little bit wild. A little bit like Alaric himself, who would gladly take the boy as his own, treat him as his own even if he wasn't. Kinusi there was no doubt. She held the brown tips he and his sister did. But as far as he was concerned Acruk and Maggak could call him dad. Any of the kids on the spear could. Even the older ones if they so wished.