TO SEE THE SUN PAINT THE SKY / birthing

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him

Ever since his return, Seapaw had moved on to his own room. He hadn't been too happy about it, if he was honest with himself, but he knew his mothers needed their space so he kept his muzzle shut. Up until the meteor had hit, he had always slept curled with his mothers.

In place of those old habits, he had started to make his first action of each day to check up on his mothers. Today was no different, as he trudged across the house, massive tail draging across the floor. He would rasp a paw against the door before pokeing his head into the room. A small gasp left him at the sight and he looked to his mothers, as if asking for permission to enter.