Whitebark Stream I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

Concluding this.  :)

Together they rested quietly, and Artyom basked in the glow of his new family. He could barely keep his eyes from the four tiny bodies of his children, though occasionally his gaze stole away to look upon his mate's lovely features and shoot her an adoring smile.

He loved them. He loved her, and he felt it pulse right at the heart of him. Dawn had given Artyom everything he'd only dared to dream of, and his appreciation was apparent in each happy sweep of his ivory plume. Content to lie there with her as she drifted off for some well-earned sleep, he quietly observed their offspring and considered what they might call them and how they'd brightened his entire world in an instant.