iced-Cherriez

A distant howl woke the little boy from his restless sleep. He could see his mother and father on either side of him, though neither had been woken by the call. He wondered what had made such a noise, whether it was lonely, or hurt, or if it was just calling to its friends. He was quiet for a moment before humming his mother's bedtime song; she had sung to him only hours before. The makeshift bed was warm as he shifted comfortably, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. But something kept him awake. He watched his mummy breathing lightly and then turned to watch his daddy snore. His little finger closed around his daddy's nose, tryin