Dax looked out the gaping hole in the wall and out to the wasted lands. Thunder boomed in the distance, the loud roar giving him chills up and down his spine.
He looked back at his sleeping companions. Len and Lira were cuddled together, the twins always slept easier when they were close. They shuffled and Dax thought to himself, 'They look like angels, almost exactly the opposite compared to when they're awake.' They were both six and were in the same conditions as he was. But beside that fact they always seemed to be happy.
He looked over at Nox. His back was propped up against the wall and his arms were folded. His mouth was slightly open and he could hear his even breathing clearly. Even though Nox wasn't his favorite person his heart earned a new crack every time he had to look at him. He was hard on the outside definitely. But Dax knew that somewhere in there was a soft spot. Even if he was one year old