Lost little lamb

He wasn't so sure about that, either. He'd gone into this whole parent thing knowing he was walking around deaf and blind in how to raise a kid. Were there manuals for this kind of thing? Maybe it was an instinct that some people had, and he just didn't have it.


He wasn't prepared for Ignita to turn back to him. To lock her eyes to his, and see the hunger there. His mind went blank, and he stared back, hungry and craving. He leaned forward, lifting a paw and inviting her in. She came and she spoke. It was like a bucket of cold water, and he growled. Barely soothed but the touch of her paw along his arm. “I told Ollie to talk to you. He came back with a lot of information, and I think you need to hear it from him. You need to talk it through with someone not me, this is your health and he's your doctor.” He explained, leaning down to kiss her forehead.