Moral to the Story

After a moment he went back to pulling the soaked pelt closer to him before heaving himself up to his feet slowly, stretching every muscle as he tried to remove some of the weariness from his body. Water dripped from his coat as he turned and moved to the opposite shore to settle on, keeping more distance between himself and the other two. It had been a while since he had been home, a while since he had seen Lailah, and if he was honest it felt like a lifetime ago and they were both different now it seemed. There was a need to care for her there, one that tugged at him to comfort another that had suffered for so long with a monster, even if that monster wasn't the cinnamon and pyre-eyed brute who stood before her now. But in some regard, she felt like a stranger now, she felt different to some extent and it felt wrong to approach her as if nothing had changed.

’My Kitten, surely you don't think I'd leave you friendless and alone to raise these children, do you?’ The words caught his attention, ears swiveling to the direction of the others where they were as he smoothed out the pelt on the shoreline rocks to dry just as he was. ’I can't leave you and the little ones by yourselves while I hunt.’ Ganymede couldn't help the snort that left him, slowly flopping down onto the rocks as well to stretch his forelegs out and lay half on his side again. It was an almost relaxed pose, though the young male was alert in his lounging. Wary of another fight with the other but unwilling to run if it came to that.