 WC: 315The pale male had walked with the pup for weeks now, alternating running, loping, and walking. Most of the way he carried the small male. Liam was two months now. They had lost his sister a few weeks ago. It broke his heart. Both his daughters were dead...all he had left was this little male pup who resembled the woman who had given him birth. Kira. Tal's heart shattered further thinking of Kira. She would certainly think the worst of him now. She would certainly assume it had been him who'd snapped Liadain's neck. And if she knew the runt of the litter, Brighid, had died, she would certainly blame him for that death too. Kira was not a forgiving femme, nor was she the most mentally stable. It seemed that Tal had a think for unstable women. His favorite parent had been his mother, and Deuce hadn't been the most stable on her best days. He hated that he hadn't said goodbye to her, but he couldn't risk Azza catching up with them. He wasn't sure when things became recognizable again, but soon they were. He'd been a year old when he'd followed his brother out of the lands with Willow. He was near Dahlia, he knew. But he had no wish to return to Dahlia, nor did he want to return to Phoenix Valley. All he knew was he wanted to find someplace where he could protect his son, the last survivor of the litter. He nuzzled the pup, who was shivering again. The snow had slowed, but not stopped. Large fluffy flakes fell from an overcast sky. ”We have got to find someplace to shack up, eh, Liam?” He nuzzled his son again, then lifted him, making his way to what appeared to be a ruined cabin. Perhaps the fallen beams would give the two ample protection from the snow and cold. |
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