5/30/2025, 5:06 PM
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Bragi relayed the boy's movements. Cupid's heartstrings tugged at the idea of the sopping infant backed into the corner of the den. It, too, reminded him of his daughter. She'd found a bit more confidence in these later months, thankfully, but he remembered the early days - wondering if she'd even speak or leave the den, ever.
Hm.He mused. The age of the puppy was difficult to estimate, but...Cupid felt concern. Was the child even old enough to be weaned? They had no nursing wolves in the territory, and if he was already malnourished he might survive the time it'd take to search for a suitable wetnurse.
He didn't hesitate to bring it up. He would shield his children from dangers that approached them, but the realities of life and death were not threats. Only facts, that must be reconciled with.
He may be too young, Bragi. If he's not old enough to eat anything but milk...He murmured quietly, before shuffling back slightly as Bragi attempted to coax the child into replying. He would let her take point on this; she seemed to be doing well with the orphan, and he was delighted to see his daughter willing to take the little one under her wing.
