Walking through the past

Asla glanced at his paw, and for a moment he thought she would ignore his offer of an embrace. But, to his delight, she accepted. Stepping closer to him and pulling him into a hug. He crouched down on the earth, and wrapped his own paws about her. Holding the smaller girl tightly to him. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how old she was becoming. All of her litter. They had been adults for years, with histories and experiences of their own. But he would always remember those first days of their lives. Of exiting the family den, and exploring the world for the first time. He loved them, his love for them was something he didn’t even know how to put into words.

He kissed her ear, and smiled. “I’ve missed you, Asla.” He said softly.

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