Willow Ridge alphabet soup

@Sven Archived, thank you so much for responding <33

It seemed as though the long-legged yearling was getting through to the young Archer—which meant that he would be able to return to the den with him. The last thing Greer wanted was for something to happen to the white fluff when Greer was the last one to see him. He did not want to be response for little Sven—he had even more siblings back at the dens that he felt responsible for. Greer nodded softly in response to Sven’s first question: “Lots of Archers.” Perhaps this was his opportunity at getting little Sven to walk with him.

Just as he took a step forward and was ready to whisk the child away with him, the little ghost Archer asked another question. He hesitated for a moment before taking a few more steps forward, nudging the little prince with his nose. “Some born only one—no brother, no sister, like Sven. Some born with more, like Greer Greer have two brothers. But, lots of Archers,” he responded quickly as he stepped in the direction of Sven’s den. “Come—Greer tell Sven about Archers.” he offered with a long swish of his tail, his silver eyes locked on the little prince’s alabaster form.

As Sven padded at Greer’s side, the long-legged shadow started with his own brothers, Deacon and Castiel, before elaborating on Skoll’s siblings and his newest, younger siblings. At least the conversation would keep the little Archer occupied as they returned to his den—Greer did not want to argue with the boy any more. He just wanted to get him home...  

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