WARM YOURSELF BY THE FIRST // dud egg

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Angel, if not for being awoken by the voice of Arvid, would probably have never even noticed Aphra’s journey to the sea to discard a egg that never hatched. Nor would he particularly care, the dire wolf pup’s sentiments were understood but not mimicked by himself. His mother’s parenting style had already left it’s mark on him, and things such as respectfully burying a child that never was just didn’t seem like something that would cross his mind unless mentioned. An egg was simply an egg when the use was not achieved.

Blinking as he began to process his surroundings and the words that echoed in his ears, Angel curled his tail around his back paws and raised his brow at Arvid. And he thought he bothered Aphra, guess his crown was being threatened. ”Oh, it didn’t hatch.” He mewed simply, more to catch himself up to speed than anything else, stretching and taking a few steps forward to at least be a little closer to the duo, but not too close to the dragoness. ”Tragic.”