Beowulf began to feel contentment sweep over him as Celestria's soothing tones echo in his ears. Emerald green eyes gaze up to meet her own dark eyes, studying the fine lines and curves of her face, memorizing each contour as though it was his last. He felt something akin to fear clutch his heart, as though he were afraid that he might awaken to her gone from him, just as Sanibel had. However, the softness of her touch and the tenderness that met his gaze gave him a sense a reassurance that despite the events that had taken place, she would protect him.

With a big yawn he stretched his forelegs and tentatively curled into a tight ball, his hip pressed against her foreleg as though he was not quite ready to trust that he would not be left alone. He gazes up at her as she reassures him that she would take him to visit his family and he smiles, "I would like that. Ive never had a grandfather before." he says glancing up at father with a warm smile. Rougaru bends down to nudge his son's muzzle reassuringly, a warm smile upon his own whiskered lips. "My sire has long been forgotten from this world. He was much older than Warsaw. You will enjoy meeting him just as he will enjoy a visit from you and mother." he murmurs. Beowulf nods and rests his muzzle upon the ground, comforted by the warmth of Celestria's breath upon his skin. It does not take long for her soft melody to have him snoring quietly at her feet.