Wapun Meadow there's more to me then death / disaster

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As the man pulled his son close, his black-tipped ears perked foward - the tone in which Cebra's voice reached him made his head turn and he sent her a tearful smile. Cyron was alive. Both he and the boy were showered with kisses from the emotional mother and he sent a few back, placing gentle licks on both Cebra's cheek and Cyron's head.

His son's voice sounded different to what he remembered - deeper - and he was a good deal larger than the tiny boy he had guarded as a newborn. Still, he was not huge, but he had never been all that big. What mattered was that he was here, alive, perhaps not well, but alive.

"It's okay, you're safe. We'll take you home," He murmered softly, hoping not to startle the youngster or hurt his head - for it was clear he was not in the best state. Mawk slowly nudged the boy to his feet, standing close beside in case he was to topple.