5/6/2025, 2:40 AM
So sorry for the short response. Didn't want to hold back the thread.
Caan's forepaws wrap around his mother's shoulders. Cloaked in her embrace, he melted into her loving warmth. The vicious bite of the wind did not reach him here. The boy did not wish to let go.
Caan did not look up to his mother, fearing that parting from her just enough to lift his chin would allow her to be torn away from him again.
Do you promise?A child's plea, whispered in sincerity; not to a queen, but to his mother. For but a moment did he dare to lift his gaze, needing to see his mother's face.
