Giving Them A Future

He was tired… so tired… but the impossibly tiny bundle of fluff in his mouth encouraged the old man to keep going. The bundle of fur was his son, his last attempt at a family… and it’d been in vain. Vine had died during childbirth, and any other pups she might have bore died with her. Allen had once chance, and one hope of seeing his son live… He had to give him up.

Allen pressed doggedly on, fighting to keep his gaze level. His eyesight had slowly been failing him the previous winter, and his hearing definitely wasn’t what it used to be.

Allen was old.

The man paused, scenting the air. Though his other senses were failing him the one thing that was not, thank the Gods, was his scent. He could smell a new mother’s scent… her milk… it was what his son needed. Allen pressed on, desperately searching for her den…

...and nearly stumbled into it.

He came to a stop and set his little one down, his raspy voice rising with urgency. “Miss?” He asked, his tone weary. “Miss… I need a favor…” How much time did he have left in the world? How long was it going to be before he joined his mates and children in Somnium? He sank towards the Earth, hoping he at least had the strength to say what he needed to say.