Noctisardor Bypass spechou

Gideon was preoccupied for a short while with the thought of little wolf heads and little wolf bums gathered together in a sprawling meadow, hundreds upon hundreds of them. A sudden feeling of ICK washed over him and all at once, he regretted the thought.

Thankfully, Heda rescued him with talk of God. Yeah! I loveses you soooo much! he agreed, trying to imagine someone named God whom he had never met loving him that much. It was difficult; Gideon could not imagine loving someone he had never met. It was clear that Heda knew this God, though, and he could tell from her tone that she loved Him immensely. For now, that satisfied Gideon's hungry mind.

He squinted in the direction mama pointed, focused for once, and his tails stirred when he spotted the drifting shadow. Nuh-uh, he confirmed. Whether he had actually ever seen them or not was debatable. He seldom looked up, and when he did, he couldn't tell a seagull from a crow from a cardinal. How long? Long as you, mama? Long as God? How come I haven't saw God?