#dunlav

“Happy Fathers’ Day, to my papa.

I only wish I could have raised my son to be like you in as many ways as possible. But, I also wouldn’t change my baby boy for the world. He is perfect in all his failings, and I love him so. You taught me compassion, and patience, and I in turn hope I have passed this on to my son as well. 

Dahl let out his own growl, but it morphed into a huff and a grunt. He couldn’t tell if the younglings were fighting or playing, but Adelaide’s calm behavior made him take the latter.

“She’s done so much thus far.” He said quietly. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the news.” He thought back to her hiding in fear, to her destroying a Shrike, killing a human...

Dahl listened in silently to their conversation. Peak? What’s a peak? The Fiaclan rose up from his haunches, towering over his tiny wife. “You haven’t told me a lot of things about this Flight, my queen.” His voice sounded pained, and it was true. She never told him or Jamison about this migration, what it was for and why.