Dragoncrest Cliffs Bichir

He insisted he was alright, that he didn’t need anything. Meerkat leaned back somewhat to better see his face in the dim light of the roja den, her brow knitted. Of course, neither of those things could be true.

You’re not hungry? she pressed. If you don’t want to eat right now, I could just stay here and rest with you, Meerkat added.

He ought to eat to regain his strength. But it was late and she was tired too. She could gather food for him tomorrow. Right now, Meerkat just yearned to hold her son, maybe sing a quiet song to him until he fell back to sleep.