Arrow Lake Kick my shoes off and run

he found takiyok sunning herself outside her den, one child tucked close to her chest and the other three falling over one another in play. for them he had brought several pheasant feathers; for the pionier herself, the plucked flesh of the bird. aurëwen's children grew, the kleine bären had become stronger, and soon diaspora would be graced with another litter.
all very fine. all very exhausting. "good day, takiyok," the gargoyle murmured after he had set down his gifts near the pups and lay the pheasant close to the winterwhite. he need not ask how they all fared, for his hard lilac gaze gathered that accordingly, and he settled himself in the warmth to smile over them.