Sleipnir giggled at the razzberry, comfortable with Daddy's hsad on his stomach; his hair tickling the young dragon a little. Sleipnir didn't mind, lying down on the surprisingly soft sandy stones. Sleep overtook the young dragon easily as he gazed up at the darkening sky and knew that even in this dangerous world, they were safe. He had just enough time to giggle as Daddy nuzzled his cheek, feeling his eyelids start to droop, he turned to the side and reached out to the little castle of stones, grasping the ones Daddy and Father had dropped. Keeping them hidden from view tucked away in his socks, Sleipnir curled his hands in Daddy's hair and fell aslsep. 

 Path kissed Edge back just as fiercely, with a new vigor and eagerness, perhaps because he knew it'd be their last. Smiling tenderly at his mate as he fell asleep, he gently picked up Skylark, prying him away from his lap and olacing him down next to Edge and Sleipnir. Then, he stood, being very careful not to make any noise on the gravel as he stepped over its boubdary into the soft muck of the land. Turning, he gazed once more at his family. Not sorrowfully though he was, but fondly and perhaps grateful. His family. His beautiful little family that would learn to love without him. Edge would get the mate he always wanted, Sleipnir would experience love and learn the meaning of a mate and maybe even a family while to Skylark, Path would give everything else and who would grow without worry in a family. A happy family in this little paradise he could no longer touch.

 With a heavy heart,the white dragon disappeared into the night, choosing to be the first to leave. To go to the elders. To fight first. So Edge wouldn't have to.