Hearthwood River dive into the unknown

She was fussing less and less, her small body softening between his paws and she slumped against the ground. Not only had he gotten her clean, but Lachesis had also prevented the little Baranski from straying too far from the den. He had gotten himself dirty in the process, for the mud now clung to both his chest and stomach, but he did not mind. Once Inna returned the ghost would retreat to the lake or the river to clean himself off, as he could not return to Lilya and their children looking like he’d spent a few hours rolling in the mud.

Which was not far off from the truth.

He watched the little raven’s eyelids droop as she succumbed to sleep, her small body pressed against his soft chest fur. A sigh of relief escaped him, his lips curling upward kept his chin pressed to his foreleg, chartreuse gaze surveying their surroundings protectively. XIX wished that Inna and her little raven would move closer to the rest of the pack. He wanted to spend more time with both her and Oksana, and have the Stark daughters meet the newest Baranski. He hoped that once the raven got older Inna would consider moving them closer—he hated to think that his sidekick still believed she was a burden to Hearthwood.

His own eyelids were beginning to feel heavy but Lachesis refused to let them fall. He could not nap while on pup-watching duty. Instead he allowed them to fall half-way, his ears sweeping against his crown as he listened to the sounds of the forest around them. The cloud would remain with the little raven until her mother returned, shielding her from the mud that threatened to stain her fur a second time…

Fade.

(This post was last modified: Jul 21, 2017, 06:54 AM by Lachesis.)

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