Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Just slipping this small bit then archive.

 

To Donovan's words, all of them, does Hemlocke smile, shaded by the impossible darkness of his coat throughout. He'd have a family of a sorts he never truly was able to have savor his single mother. A family of hellions, but given their rough nature it only meant they were willing to do anything for their own- their leader here made that much clear. A wave of curled tail, Hemlocke offers a silent dip of his muzzle and makes way to find a place to hide from the morning's light to come.