Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

N/A · 07-23-2014, 02:18 AM

Listening carefully to her words, finding himself to forget how to breathe once more. Him - a daddy? Responsible for the lives of small living creatures. Ones in which depend solely open him and their mother. Winter would be there for his babes no matter the cost. He would care for them and love them and raise them the best he knew how. He would also be there for their mother, his mate, each step of the way. Comforting her and loving her with all of his being.

We cannot rest here, love. We need to find a cave or at least a better shelter than what the evergreen offers. A storm is coming. We need to get you safe. Winter stopped for a moment and then continued his speech. My love, I promise to be by your side no matter what. I will be by your side and I will love and cherish each one of our little babes and I will protect them, and you, with my life. His face pressed into her abdomen and he whispered to his unborn puppies. I love each and every one of you.

The rat spatted hurtful words at Winter, accusing him of causing her pregnancy in such a harsh tone. They were a blessing not a curse, but he could not help but feel torn inside. He put so much stress and worry upon Misha. The pregnancy was unexpected and the rat's words made him feel as if he had, possibly, ruined Misha's life. What if he had? What if she did not want to carry the puppies? Tears fell from his eyes and sadness overtook his body. Misha, I. . . I am sorry

He licked her maw and turned to walk toward the nearby rocky canvas. She would follow, he was sure, as he continued his search for shelter. . .

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