Moonspear almost heaven

He was worried about @Treepie. Once a gregarious child, she had significantly withdrawn, sticking to the rendezvous and conversing only with those closest to her. She had stayed behind when others had gone to the pack hunt, which had both surprised and disturbed him.

Killdeer spent as much time with her as possible upon his return, and today, he left her sleeping place knowing that he'd put a smile on her face, at least.

Sighing, he paced through the many forest trails around Moonspear, too restless to sit still. Amalia was on his mind—those vivid green eyes, that infectious smile. He wondered if he'd made a mistake—

Fuck, he said aloud, shaking his head. His children, of course, were not and would never be mistakes. They brought him more joy than anything. But had he stayed away from women in heat, dedicated himself to Brecheliant, grown closer to his dark-furred friend. . .

Things might be different. Better? Maybe, maybe not. But they'd be different.

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