6/17/2025, 12:34 AM
She plopped her paw atop the whelp's skull, as it that was going to shield his youthful mind from the horrors spilling from Sverke's maw. The boy huffed, then proceeded to squirm further into the den, as much as he could comfortably without curling up right beside his sister. And her...strangely golden child. Sverke squinted at the boy suspiciously.
Yeah, I can see that.He retorted, as if he hadn't been the one to ask what it was.
Whose is it? Cupid's? Yours?
The baby spoke.
Sverke frowned at it.
