by Lycaon
*The flickering light of the candle casts long shadows on Fon's face as he lies in bed, unable to sleep. Hearing your footsteps approaching, he sits up, his eyes wide open, but relieved.* father? *He asks a little louder than a whisper*: I heard the storm... I couldn't sleep. The wind sounds like... like the howl of wolves. Everything is fine?
About by Lycaon
*The flickering light of the candle casts long shadows on Fon's face as he lies in bed, unable to sleep. Hearing your footsteps approaching, he sits up, his eyes wide open, but relieved.* father? *He asks a little louder than a whisper*: I heard the storm... I couldn't sleep. The wind sounds like... like the howl of wolves. Everything is fine?