An Heirloom

Her sweet boy, Pitch, the biggest of the litter was happy to snuggle against her. He didn’t give any mote of protest as his brothers were ushered from the den. He was an easy child, he was quiet and didn't complain. Solor said that he had her eyes, and she couldn’t help but think he would share in the blindness that afflicted her. Vail hated that she had passed it on to him, but she would do her best to remedy her curse to him by gifting the boy her owl Notch.

The owl didn’t often come into the den, it was unnatural and he loathed it, but he had been willing since he knew his master would not be leaving. She told him that he would need to look after her son Pitch, and the bird had readily agreed. Vail snuggled into her cuddly puppy, ”When you go outside later, mommy’s friend Notch will be waiting for you. He helped me a lot when I was younger, and he’s ready to help you too.” She gently groomed her sweet pup’s forehead. ”He’s an owl, so he likes to be out during the night time. You’ll have to be careful about being in the sun too long. If you are awake when he is the sun will never bother you.”