Bearclaw Valley Can't Take Me Home

there comes the resounding noise of footfalls. paws crushing earth, uprooting snow where it packed against the ground. he comes to the entrance of the den, careful not to wake towhee from her rest.

there, tucked at her belly; their children. he watches with soft eyes, emotional eyes, that betray him. his nose comes closer, scenting at them. three sons, and a daughter. she squirms now, flopping over onto her side, where her large belly full of mother's milk protrudes.

her father laughs gently, where his breath warms her. hello, little one.