Dawnlark Plains when god falls fast asleep

River was young enough to be free of any expectation, but nonetheless found the golden wolf's response intriguing. Curiosity relaxed him by fractions, and he peered over at Aditya with wide eyes. He was silent, motionless; listening. When the adult placed a feather at his feet, he leaned down to sniff it— then glanced back up expectantly.
Barely half a beat later, the young Corten decided he didn't actually have any misgivings regarding this particular adult. He picked up the feather and crept closer, hoping to worm his way between the golden wolf's paws and tuck himself into his chest. The boy clutched the gift even as he shifted to get comfortable; he was a little stubborn about his chosen spot, with little regard for however much he was jostling Aditya (or possibly ruining his story, who knows) with his actions.