Mated to Triplet Alphas
Hush, my little one, the moon’s serene,
Through the night sky, its gentle glow’s seen.
Rest your weary head, close your eyes tight,
Dream of forests wild, beneath the moonlight.
I can hear her voice in my mind, and tears prick my eyes. I open them as I hear Cheney begin to sing softly. “Hush, my little wolf, the moon’s serene, through the night sky its gentle glow’s seen. Rest your weary paws, close your eyes tight…” the change in the song catches me off guard, but I know immediately that this is the original.
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