I couldn't sleep last night and randomly got inspiration for this, so... yeah.
He didn't remember falling asleep. One moment he was lying in bed, curled up with his girlfriend's head on his shoulder, and the inayofuata he was being nuzzled awake kwa a furry maw and wet nose. His eyes flashed open. They had once been an electric blue, but were now a zaidi faded denim, soft and well worn.
The mbwa mwitu raised her head when her son opened his eyes, her unnaturally purple irises brightening with excitement. Sansa hoped off the kitanda and looked over her shoulder to her child, tail wagging in a blur of white. Aleksander...
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