Gold eyes widened as his contrary daughter made a determined bid for freedom, ending up with her nose covered in dirt and a perplexed and offended look twisting her muzzle. As his mother rose, the big male was quick to scoop up his daughter before she could get into any further trouble and set off in his mom's wake. The sense of relief that filled his chest was stiffling, as if agreat weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and yet he knew he would have to leave his babies here... They would grow up without him. The sadness filled him, pressing down that relief into a worn and weary acceptance. His girls would live, and that was the most important thing.


Neon Fly
Fin!