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His ears twitched at the colt’s high-pitched, eager whinny in response to his own, deep nicker. A grin grew across his muzzle, warm navy meeting piercing blue. The Elephant snorted at the dirt the colt’s excited forelimbs kick into the air near his nostrils, moving his lowered head slightly out of the way as the ungainly, splashed colt lurched to his long, knobby limbs. His skull reached out towards the limply hanging, still-wet wings the war hawklet wobbled directly for him; relief spasmed in his chest that he had chosen to move between the colt and the cliff’s sheer drop.
But the King does not touch the colt, for the newborn was slamming into his broad shoulder and crashing to his knees with a strangled squeal. The sound morphed into a sad warble, and Tembovu chuckled, the rich and warm sound reverberating from deep in his barrel. His head dropped to the small, tawny and cream head that was propped against his thick column of a leg. Thick lips ruffled in the colt’s fluffy forelock, before his muzzle dropped to gently blow into the colt’s nostrils, trading scents.
Though such an endearing moment did not last long, for the audacious little colt was stumbling back to his small, soft hooves once again, shamelessly bolstering against the Elephant’s leg. The King was glad to see him aim for Raeden’s teat, though, for the first feed was the most important. Tembovu’s attention shifted to Raeden as she answered Lyanna’s questions about Gawen’s father—and voiced a concern for the colt having a father.
“I would be honored to step in a Gawen’s father, Raeden,” his deep rumble was soft, dark eyes searching her silver-teal eyes before dropping to watch the speckled hawklet nurse, “If you’d allow it.” The words were tacked on, nearly guilty, as an ear splayed sideways and a darting glance was given towards Lyanna. Had he overstepped his duty as King? He wasn’t sure, but the colt’s antics had wormed his way into the Dorobian’s broad chest.
But the King does not touch the colt, for the newborn was slamming into his broad shoulder and crashing to his knees with a strangled squeal. The sound morphed into a sad warble, and Tembovu chuckled, the rich and warm sound reverberating from deep in his barrel. His head dropped to the small, tawny and cream head that was propped against his thick column of a leg. Thick lips ruffled in the colt’s fluffy forelock, before his muzzle dropped to gently blow into the colt’s nostrils, trading scents.
Though such an endearing moment did not last long, for the audacious little colt was stumbling back to his small, soft hooves once again, shamelessly bolstering against the Elephant’s leg. The King was glad to see him aim for Raeden’s teat, though, for the first feed was the most important. Tembovu’s attention shifted to Raeden as she answered Lyanna’s questions about Gawen’s father—and voiced a concern for the colt having a father.
“I would be honored to step in a Gawen’s father, Raeden,” his deep rumble was soft, dark eyes searching her silver-teal eyes before dropping to watch the speckled hawklet nurse, “If you’d allow it.” The words were tacked on, nearly guilty, as an ear splayed sideways and a darting glance was given towards Lyanna. Had he overstepped his duty as King? He wasn’t sure, but the colt’s antics had wormed his way into the Dorobian’s broad chest.
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