find your legs and find your horns.
Everybody's gotta be reborn.
It was a bit late but he had no doubt that the Tainn would be awake. He had kissed the head of Maera and Lacey before he slipped away. Kerberos had been looking a little ragged lately but he kept swearing he was fine. Things weren't going as planned but they never did, did they? No one was allowed a pristine life. Not even those that he could see deserved it the most. It hurt him but what was he supposed to do? Try and play God? The idea was absurd in all ways.
He neared the den where most of the Tainns rested. "Treyah?" The leader whispered with a rather hoarse voice. He sounded awful but that was beside the point. He had been meaning to snag a moment with the yearling but the kids kept them both on their toes and perhaps when they were sleeping would be his best bet to have a more peaceful moment with her. Kerberos felt as though he was slacking awfully in his attempt to keep up with everyone. Which was pathetic considering how small and tight knit the Draw was.
Carefully he moved a few steps back from the den in order to not pry too much and give the female room if she came out. He settled down on his rear underneath the patchy moonlight.