Iris's Point of View
I walked to the waterfall that Max had once told me about in the past. It was a peaceful place, secluded from the pack yet in our lands. Zephyr had woken up during the walk. He didn’t fuss or make any sound, but he did stare at his father from over the shoulder. Max just looked back at the baby with curiosity even though his primal instincts was telling him to remove the child from my arms. I sat down on the edge of the bank with Zephyr in my lap. Max laid nearby but still a far distance. I sighed and looked down at my silent child staring at his father. I wonder whether he will have a wolf or a feline. He could have both but we won’t know until he’s a bit older. “His name is Zephyr, named after my father,” I said breaking the silence. “He’s a lot like you and is your child.” Max grunte
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