and it was a trick - open; left kitten

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Many years lay between the vulpine's last memories of his parents -- both had passed away long ago.  Their family was a complicated one, but a family regardless and abandoning family simply did not sit with the Ardent.  If one did not intend to care for one's own children, in sickness or health, they did not deserve to be called a mother or father.

Gael had lost half his family; hell-bent on protecting what he had left, only to find himself with more.  A strange circumstance, but seemingly inevitable -- both by his own doing and his daughter's.  Intentional or not, the vulpine would do his best to care for those who found themselves under his protection.

While it was strange to find another lonesome kit on Pitt lands, Gael did not waste time to question or search.  The tiny child did not look well enough to sacrifice the time -- she needed medical attention.  "We need to bring her to the White Temple."

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby