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She scruffed the boy with gentle firmness, and felt him sag in her grip. It was then that Durnehviir pulled him from the river and carried him, dripping, away from the edge. Placing him onto the ground near her own son, the russet Alphess lifted her head to exchange a concerned glance with Akavir, before shifting her champagne gaze to linger softly on her newest ward.

A pair of sad eyes stared back at her, but it was not long before the sodden cub was curled in a whimpering ball at her feet. The mother's heart swelled and her chest tightened, and her immediate reaction was to reach out for him. Lowering herself with a strained whine, Durnehviir extended a forelimb to pull his little frame to her breast where she set about sweeping her tongue across his soaked fur in attempt to dry and soothe him - though prepared herself for the strong possibility that he would try and wrestle free.

"Akavir," she paused just enough to request: "go and find your father. Tell him I need him at once."