Angels on the moon.

[Conor Soul]

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The pale woman spoke and the man’s existing knowledge supported this. The child was beyond tired, but succumbing to his exhaustion could end his life. A nod was given by the alpha dressed in fall’s seasonal colours. But what if the storm did not calm down before the day was over. There was the risk of getting caught in the weather if it remained persistent as well. But there was always hope, and again he found himself agreeing with the white pelted woman. Anything that could help Range. Perhaps he had initially thought that Siku’s presence could become a burden, but any doubt had fled now. He needed her here.

The boy’s eyes drooped, but with both adults present, he would not be given the chance to fall into a slumbering state. ”Lets do it,” he spoke, voice strengthened to resist the unkind tosses of wind. Arms cradled around the young Dahlian boy, protective and loving. Relief remained the one vivid emotion that lit the man from within, but it would be short lived if they remained out here. Picking the child up, he turned to the white pack member. ”We have to hurry,” and Siku knew that just as well as he did. This had to lead to a happy ending for them all.