you rocked the little boy in your arms, wrapped in silk sheets, he looked at you with his big tar eyes and fingered the ties on his mother’s shirt with his tiny fingers

he looked like a little wolf cub with tar-colored hair and eyes, and his gaze was also deep and piercing, almost like that of a beast

Asteron grabbed the ties of your shirt with his hands, carefully untying them and touching the wolf medallion on your neck