Ankyra Sound won’t you stay inside?

velen wondered if dalia found her time inside the den a relief, or stifling. he imagined it was a bit of both; tied as she was, his mate could not readily leave their children, but there was a safety within the close confines of the milk-scented space. "they are," he murmured, tail thumping on the ground behind him as he sniffed over their small bodies.
he hadn't wanted to admit it, but velen too had been fearful for their safety, terrified that they would die as soon as the small family had settled in rusalka. but they had not; the pups had gone on to thrive, and even dalia looked better despite the ordeal they had all undergone. "you wanted to name her after your mom, yeah?" he murmured, glancing back to her delicate features.