Lost Creek Hollow april serenade

Last from me

The last iota of discomposure was eradicated by Mae’s little boop. When Shadowpup felt the elder child’s gentle touch, and the soft leather of her nose, a calm came over her. Though thunder still rumbled outside, the dark little cygnet felt safe and loved.

Stress took its toll, however, and Shadowpup almost immediately fell asleep – the pink of her wee tongue poking out from her lips as she suckled in her dream.