Northstar Vale Mátia

The red-hooded boy did not know why his mother wept. Her kisses found his head and Antigone lifted his snout upward to look at her again, to see if the same saddened expression dwelled on her features. It did not seem as though it had remained, but he felt the splatter of tears on his snout and his tiny pink tongue lapped at them curiously. He found himself pleased with the saltiness of it.

A baby’s mew sounded from his mouth. Antigone blinked heavily, feeling tired. His small limbs had accomplished something – scooting him around the den while his vision improved. It was time for the boy to rest in his mother’s arms. He wondered if she would speak to him again, to tell him more of things he did not understand.