Dawnlark Plains blinding light raging down from the sky

The answer was given with only small hesitation – and as the word spilled form the boys lips, Scimitar allowed a gentle frown to cloud his features. Touche, kid, he thought with disdain. In that moment, he promised himself that when he got home, he would teach his kids the names of their parents – and ensure they also knew the names of their pack mates. The boy before him only held about a month in age upon his own brood, and he released a gentle sigh at the uncertainty of the situation.
 
The father was dead and his mother was simply ‘mama.’ “Do you know where you live?” He side shifted, his muzzle lowering closer to the boy in case the youth wanted to inspect him further – though he made no quick movements in case the sandy child still did not trust him.