Kreios
wildcat of the falls
I have been waiting, watching Ygritte’s ever widening barrel with bated breath.
The thought of her not surviving childbirth has weighed heavily on my mind – I cannot help it – so when I hear her call from me I emerge from where I had been lurking nearby with much haste.
My attention is immediately drawn by the little spotted filly who stares at me from beneath a flopping salmon forelock. “She’s beautiful,” I say, stepping closer and extending my muzzle toward the little thing. “You’re beautiful, ” I add, directing my words this time to the newborn, just in case she understands. I’ve never been very good at knowing what children do and don’t understand at particular ages.
Taking a few steps closer to Ygritte, I press my muzzle affectionately to her neck. “She’s perfect, Ygritte. ” I say, my voice swelling with pride.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god