Dragoncrest Cliffs Radio reminds me of my home far away.

Having newborns around again definitely took some getting used to. He was obnoxiously careful about them at first but they were too small to not. But, he was definitely happy to see the boy looking pretty happy about him too. They just seemed as content as he could suppose deaf, mostly-blind little fuzzies should be at this point and in truth, it was a welcome relief. He found the more time he spent with them and seeing them grow steadily already, the less he worried about them.

He reached his muzzle closer and swiped a few gentle licks over Dacio's forehead. "Hey you," he rumbled warmly back at him, though knew he couldn't hear it in the traditional sense. Maybe the thought--the motion itself--could stand for something instead.