Morningside Cuesta ...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door

So he could talk, albeit not very well. She grunted at his question and looked down at him. Not one for beating around the bush, she asked, “I want to know where your parents are.” Had this one run away from home? Been separated by some natural disaster? Had a fight broken out? Had they died? Why was a three-month-old pup wandering the wilds alone to be found by Liri? Wolves did not grow out of the ground like trees. This boy had had a family once, parents once, and now he was here, with Grezig and the rest, slowing them down. She was not angry at him for being slower than them. He was smaller and had shorter legs. But they had to make allowances for him and it caused her to wonder why he was here in the first place.