The Life We've Made

*Sparhawk* · 03-30-2021, 05:44 AM

Today almost felt like spring. Or as much of a spring as they could manage. There was still snow on the ground but the sun shone down overhead. The birds were even singing. In lieu of the niceish weather, Sparhawk had pulled a few furs out onto a cleared patch of ground outside of the den. The kids were playing within visual range, each doing their own thing. The redwood man was curled up on the furs, watching and wondering at the beauty that he and Poem had created.

How was he so lucky? A beautiful wife. Beautiful children. An amazing pack. A stunning home. Health. Happiness... It was all his. All theirs. It seemed as though nothing could go wrong. Things were just too perfect to even think about anything negative. In his happiness, the red and charcoal brute began to hum a song from his homeland, his deep baritones rumbling his chest as he went.

Sparhawk -- Poem

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