The Ones that Seek and Find

It was hard to sit still, to settle his heart when all he could think of was Twig and her ? their ? children. Those tiny little lives that he had helped to create, those little bundles of fur that at last he could see and touch. When they had been in the womb he had already felt a connection to them, a pulsing belonging that told him he would cherish these lives. Now that they had been born his love for them was only bigger. It was near impossible to imagine he could love them more, but he did. His Faun and Solor.



He was often out hunting these days, with Twig unable to leave the den and their new born children he often went out and brought back what he could. He knew a tiny bit about herbs and often brought back one that helped her produce milk, although the decision of taking the herb was completely up to her.



The boy would creep back into their home, the sound of soft sleeping was a whisper against the cave and his eyes would adjust to the darkness and take in the sleeping forms. The rise and fall of Twigs chest would catch his eyes and he would follow his gaze to her face where her eyes where held closed and a serene smile seemed to touch her lips. He would creep further forward until her chest was visible to him, and he could see the little forms curled against her. He would settle himself as quietly as he could against the earth and enfold his body around hers. A soft and very quiet hum would murmur from his chest as he curled up against her warmth and a paw would drape over her until it hovered above his little children. His heart pinched almost painfully in his chest as he felt himself surrounded with he loved most in the world, he could never wish for more then what Twig had given him.


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