Dawnlark Plains blinding light raging down from the sky

The sea.
 
There was a pack by the sea, he had heard once – a pack of siren’s, or something of the like. Perhaps he belonged to them? The boy was rather unhelpful with his situation, which only lended credibility to how helpless he was in his situation. He withheld another sigh – not lost upon him that the silver and tawny youth had released one of his own. Adding stress to the boy would do no good, and so, he attempted to ‘perk’ up.
 
“Well.. Until we find your family, y’want to come stay at my mountain? My kids are close to your age,” he offered, sweeping his tail through the air. His own cubs were a bit younger. But it made little difference. And if the boy decided he didn’t want to? Scimitar wasn’t sure – but the worst case scenario was that he ended up dragging the boy to Nova Peak by his scruff, and then sending out Kaskara or Kieran to seek his family.

He continued to try to coax the boy in more small talk during their journey. In a sense, he was perhaps trying to keep his own thoughts from the reaction his mate might give to bringing home a 'stray.' The trip was long, and no doubt exhausting.. but soon, they would be at the Peak and Jorunn could rest.