Moonspear the party's underway

A fragile moment existed between the family — mother, father, daughter — when Amekaze nosed the pup in urge to connect to Charon. He sniffed the girl's pelt, inhaling her scent. She was so small. He guessed that all pups were this small when born, but the last batch he had been around with was when he himself was not very old yet, and so they had seemed bigger, and these looked smaller now that he himself was bigger.

He smiled at the quietude of the moment yet the fragile peace was soon broken. Out of seemingly nowhere, one of the black pups started to trumpet, and soon after another followed. Ears folded back, pinned against his skull as though hoping to diminish the impact of the wails. "Fuck, how can such a tiny thing produce so much noise?" he said, half-joking and half-pained, as he looked at Amekaze and grinned.