Sun Mote Copse What's a boy to do

They were alone again. His father had gone to check on their mother. And here they were a new psck abandoned them. Rho wondered briefly if all packs were callous like this.

He hoped not, but what is about do. His mother feeling this worse than others. The pretty girl with flowers on her was gone too. Remade a soft chuff chuff under his breath.

a boy.

young, but rather large beyond what he expected of any one figure. he had seen great warriors who had not even neared such heights.

it could be a promising sign.

it could also be a troublesome thing.

he offered a soft whuff of air as a greeting and held back a few yards. better to be safe than to regret coming too close to a stranger.

Rhonen turned to stare at the man that spoke ot him. A man he stood head and shoulders above. And yet his heart tightened and beat faster. He was here unprotected. He looked back the way he had come thinking of his dad. He wished his dad was here. Who was his size, but the one big difference....his dad knew how to use his size. Rhonen would rather be small.

Rhonen dipped his head. And signed hello with his paw before realizing this man probably didn't speak ptero. Hhhhi. iii'm Rrrrho.

the boy gestured and karpos wondered for a moment what it meant. although that curiosity was thrown into the wind when the boy spoke.

Ro? this asked with a steady voice, so as to not startle the giant. do you live near here? a follow up question so that he might begin to learn more of the area that surrounded la muerte.

Rhonen wished that the whole world could use the language that Towhee had taught him. For that he would always count her as one of the best. She had given him a way to speak with those he cared about at least, without stumbling and tripping over his words. This was freedom. And for now it was dashed. 

He nodded his head. Yes his name was Rhonen, but Rho would work. He could answer to that. It wasn't hard to say. 

Another nod, and he motioned with his paw. bbback thththat wawaway. Sssun Mamammote cococopse.

his gaze followed where the boy motioned to. for a moment his sight lingered there, as if he might discover someone looking at them. alas it seemed to only be the pair of them.

sun mote copse, he echoed with a slight nod. his head turned to look back at the boy. i am from la muerte. his own gesturing was vague, off towards the southern mountains.

have you heard of them?

They were not a group of many. And even less than they had been. It was frustrating and frightening. But he had faith that his father and mother would know what to do. So he did not mention more than that. Also that was too much to mention, to much talking.

A firm nod. Yes Sun Mote Copse. He turned to look and then back to the man. He liked the little copse. It was cute. Had pretty flowers.

Another nod. Wewewere atatat thththe huhuhunt. Ststayed inin shshshadows.