01-25-2017, 10:16 PM
Deep within the damp cave he lay nestled behind a boulder. The air was chilled and stale. Drip drop of water fell near forming a puddle. He peered up with hazel eyes at the source of the ruckus. Small puff of warm air released a plum of vapor. Laying upon a bed of dried fodder, spindley legs curled under his feathered blanket. Muzzle poked under his wing as he waited. She said stay... So he stayed. She would be back soon to fetch him when the sun fell from the sky. He knew little of the world but the darkness. Swaddling his inky coat it consumed his small frame hiding him from the keenest of eyes. The breeze coming into the mouth of the cave brought more chill as the day dragged into evening.
Soon she would be back...