Epilogue
Tas
Three Years Later
The wind swept away the last of the clouds, leaving behind a brilliant violet sky. Winter still held the mountain in its grip, but Tas did not feel the cold, nor did the youngling in his arms.
Keisel grabbed Tas’ ear and pulled himself over his father’s shoulder, determined to get to his wings. Tas waved his tail, catching the youngling’s attention.
“Are you sure about this?” His Hondassa wore a thick wrap trimmed with soft white fur. She still felt the cold but not as keenly as she would without the benefit of his dassa. Her hair caught in the breeze, the ends stained a berry blush that matched the rising pink in her cheeks.
Keisel grabbed his father’s tail, clutching it tightly in his grip. Happily, he shoved the tail tip and his fist into his mouth,
