Nova Peak what’s yours is mine.

skip me<3

rowdy kept to the back of the den. the meat pile remained untouched. he missed his mother and cried for her often — silenced only by the occasional pained look of his father. 

after a while daddy didn’t move. rowdy grew emboldened by this, but his courage faltered as a face peered into the den. 

he slid back, watchful - floppy ears turning to drink in the strange lilt in the newcomer’s voice. she sounded calm, and an ethereal glow haloed her face. it was a stark contrast to the scary, strained emotions on his daddy’s face. 

maybe this was a new friend come to bring him to mommy! ooooo! the boy babbled, bolting out between the legs of his father and out into the blinding sunlight.