tiny paw prints

He was curious about the tiny wee bundles that Deathbelle now boosted in her den. He had been there some time after their birth, when they had been nothing more than jelly beans. He remembered how the little white one had been pushed aside, and he had rescued her and brought her to another teat to drink. He wasn’t sure if that little wolf reminded him of Asla, for being so small, or himself, for being the odd one out.

He had heard they were big enough to explore now, and so he had returned to the palace. He wanted to play with them, even if they were tiny and he had been cautioned on pain of punishment by his father to be gentle.

He found most of the litter were out and about exploring the island, but for some reason he hadn't caught hide or hair of little Siren yet. He continued on, closer to the palace, until he caught a little glimpse of white reflected in the light. She was hiding in the palace still. The young boy crept forward, keeping his big weight low so not to scare or startle. “Little Siren, do you remember me?” he called out gently.