You're The King And I'm A Lionheart

Andy returned his greeting, and it was clear a lot more life had returned to her. Having seen her in her sickbed, struggling and suffering… it was difficult for any parent to deal with. He had told her stories, and forgone many of his pack duties until she was on her paws again. Now she looked as healthy as ever, growing to her full size and excited about what she had put together.

She unveiled the trophy, and he marvelled at it. Her choice of Obsidian was an interesting one. It was a very brittle and difficult to work with material, but when broken in the right way, it was sharper than any fang.

“This is a beautiful gift, Andy, and a difficult one to make. It takes a great deal of patience to work with Obsidian.” He gently took the dagger from her, and held it carefully in his paws. Testing the balance. “We will always fight on, Andy.” He said more softly, reaching over to kiss her brow.

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