‘Daaaaaaaaad!’ the angry cry of the halfling’s oldest child, Travis, rips through the air, seconds before the six year old barrels into the kitchen clutching a toy plane in one hand, the broken wing in the other, tears pooling in his eyes.
Dropping the dish towel, Danilo drops to one knee, extending his arms out to the little boy who rushes into them, burying his head.
‘Hey bud, what’s happened?’ he asks gently, rubbing Travis’ back and the pup shudders against him.
‘Payton broke my plane’ the young werewolf blubbers, ‘we only got it yesterday and she broke it.’
The halfling glances over the toy that he bought for the six year old on their fortnightly trip to the town. Every other Saturday he would take the older sibling out for one on one time. As Payton was still little, she tended t
