Deepwood Weald nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky

a sleek, silvery pup emerged, female by scent, curious by nature. his eyes widened and warmed at the sight of her, and even pricked with tears at the corners. he could barely contain a wistful sigh.

a grandchild. his grandchild. aditya had never even met his own father, and now these pups would have two generations to learn from—

but he, undoubtedly, was the lucky one. to have lived this long; to be here at all. . .

hi, bachchi, adi murmured, a smile bursting onto his muzzle. she started to test the unfamiliar object, and he took the other end, slowly moving it back and forth by just an inch or two. what do you think? one day soon, we'll play a game of tug-of-war.