He made a quiet 'oomph' sound as she draiped herself over him. Great...he was a lounging rock again. Fantastic. "No... but we have to be responsible. This is our clan... we're small and weak right now. We have to be strong."
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"Maybe you're right... " She hoped so. Whatever spirits, ancestors, or gods were watching...she hoped they had their paws over the little white cub. "All we can do is hope.... if he survives...he'll be a strong one." She smiled, "Come lay next to me?"
/fin.
