Nova Peak And I know you're worried at night

his ears—still too big for his head—twitched at the gruff voice, his little body going still as skorpa loomed. then, like a tide pulling toward safety, he pressed deeper into his mother’s warmth, nose wrinkled, brow furrowed.

fat?

the word meant nothing. but the tone—that he understood. it made his ears flatten.

futt? kaldros squeaked, muffled beneath elowen’s fur. he lifted his head just enough to peer up, wide-eyed, at the mountain-man who smelled like something bad. there was a wrinkle between his brows now. suspicion.

he looked to his mother, blinking.

a decisive little grunt. stlawn.

and to punctuate this very important correction, he raised one unsteady paw and thumped it (with great difficulty) on the ground.

so there.