tiny paw prints

With Siren aboard his back, nestled into the space between his wings, the older pup would slowly rise. Carefully, so not to topple his precious burden. With determination running through his bones to protect her, he began to march. Head held high, wings slightly lifted, as he trotted away from the den he had found her in.

He raised his head as he moved, calling out for Deathbelle. He didn’t think he would manage to find her on his own. Especially well moving slowly to keep the ride smooth for Siren. “Of course I won’t. I keep my word.” he promised her softly. But she would find that out on her own soon enough. He just had to keep proving it to her.