Larksong Grotto These boots are made for walking

Hiram always stayed near enough to his boys so he could watch them grow. It had been a priveledge denied to him in the previous litters he had fathered, so he treated every day he had with his sons like a gift from Raas. To be a father from the beginning was nothing short of a blessing. He would not squander this gift in any way.

The boys were quickly becoming mobile, posing a challenge to both parents as the skittered about clumsily around the den. Hiram watched as the smaller of the two boys wobbled forward on unsure legs. "Come on buddy," his father prompted with a prideful smile. "Walk to Daddy." The more Tapat tried to move, more sure his motions would become. The boy would learn soon, but Hiram savored the wobbles, because his son would only be this young for a short time.