you'll never know dear, how much i love you

The den certainly seems to be getting crowded as the growing pups mill around inside with relative calm. Zion sits near the back wall, confusedly watching Ursa gnaw on a bone across the den. The arrival of her winged father has the girl stirring from her silent observations and she quickly moves to give him a hug. Truthfully, the pale girl wouldn’t mind if they lived in this den forever, as long as they were all safe.

However, it seems that the universe has other plans as her dad announces the rules for going… outside.

Uncertain, the girl stops her approach to Mortis and instead, shuffles over to her pale mother, gently pressing into her side and looking up at her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Could they really go outside? Would they be okay? As if to answer her question, Wylan bounds outside, followed by Wynter, Warden, and even Ursa. Zion presses herself into Halo a little more as loud sounds filter in and she is suddenly afraid to face the unknown beyond their front door.

Throat works as saliva begins to overfill her mouth and nausea goes her stomach roll fitfully. Maybe, if she throws up, she won’t have to go outside. A pitiful whimper escapes as she looks to her mother for support and advice.


"Zion Fatalis"