Honeyed Pasture That's it Sir, you're leaving

As Hiram drew closer, he noticed the subtle curve of the stranger's belly. It was slight, but otherwise, a window into her troubles. She was expecting -- possibly, as he could only assume. If the prospect of parenthood didn't weigh heavy on the mind, he didn't know what would. "Welcome to the club," spoke the man as he tried to smile. He had enough of his plate as well and could empathize.

"I'm, uh—" his voice trailed off as he wondered if he could be completely candid with the stranger. He soon decided that there was no harm in telling the truth. "I'm looking for my kids. I hear they're in the southwest. You haven't seen a tailless white wolf with copper ears and eye patches have you?" If she had ever known Saena, she would surely know who he was describing. Hiram had seen no other wolf like her, nor would he ever.