Nova Peak gentle reader

lorcan listens, and for once, says nothing. his kind of care is jagged at the edges, shaped by wounds that never fully closed. but still, he listens.
you won’t let them down, he says quietly.
her paw finds his and presses it to her belly. he feels the warmth of her beneath his pad, the slight flutter of life growing inside. it doesn’t feel real. it never has.
he swallows hard, them pulls his paw away. eyes flickering away, rising suddenly to his paws. unknowing of how to play off his own fear as it roots deep.