#for levi

They are gorgeous beautiful animals, dholes (Cuon alpinus) are an endangered species of wild dog native to the Central, South, East, and Southeast of Asia. They are also known as the Asiatic wild dog, red dog, or whistling dog, they belong to the Canidae family but are the only living member of the genus Cuon

@lostinthewoods-kristoff

The days were blurring together. Tom had barely gotten any sleep, even though it’d been a week now and Levi had been home for several days. He had known that infants cried a lot, were up a lot--it was a cliche at this point, but--he hadn’t realized the truth of it until now. Levi woke him up nearly every hour. And while he was used to being short changed on sleep, having been in the military, this was entirely different.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t come down from the adrenaline of Levi being missing, Levi being with the Order. Or maybe it was because Tom still felt wired and paranoid, worried the Order was going to show up and surround the house at any point.

Or maybe it was just because every time Levi cried, Tom jolted awake and then spent minutes panicking about why he might be crying, what Tom was doing wrong, if he was doing everything he needed to do. He was convincing himself that he was starving Levi. Or Levi was uncomfortable--too hot or too cold. Or that he was suddenly going to get sick or injured or worse.

His nerves were absolutely shot, his eyes ran through with red. He wasn’t even sure how he was sustaining himself. He owed his next three paychecks to his neighbors, the girls across the street, and Ting-Ting--who had brought him food. Checked on him. Offered to watch the baby while he showered.

‘Course, Phil and John were helpful--or, well, tried to be--but they knew even less than he did about it all. Not to mention, John always looked at Levi a bit like he was one of the dogs. Unsure and mildly offended.

They’d all get used to it. They had to.

In the meantime, Tom hadn’t changed his clothes yet today (no one to watch the baby while he showered) and had spit up all over it. His curls were in a tangle and he was sitting on the floor with the baby, taking a nap while Levi did. There was a knock on the door and Tom jerked awake, heart pounding. After a moment, he got up, Levi thankfully undisturbed for once. He went to the door, looked through the peephole and then opened it.

“Kristoff?” he asked in surprise. “Am I--did I miss a--volunteer thing?”

Me:

God, how she wished the world was different. She remembered how it used to be, but wasn't sure if things had been better or worse when she was a child. 

Sighing to herself, the petite blonde continued carefully extracting various plants from the soil, delicately storing each in her bag. She was absorbed in her work, but tensed when a twig snapped nearby. Abandoning her efforts, she drew her weapon, eyes hard as she scanned the treeline.

Was it a friend or a foe?