Tears Of An Angel

Despite the fact he had been within Hellstrom the young man had been keeping close to Southern Alacritia lately. Finding out his mother was pregnant, and guessing about when she would be due, he felt the need to be close by. Hopefully she would be alright. Naoise knew that was just wishful thinking, and that his mother was truly in bad condition, but he couldn’t help it.

Naoise would start at the howl of his father, the powerful call echoing throughout the land. He would get to his paws quickly, a sinking stone feeling in his gut telling him that something was wrong.

He would rush to the den, giving a soft call when he was outside. “Mom? Dad”