where we got left to run

“Dawnlark Plains,” he responded, studying his mate. She was apprehensive – it was something he could understand, and his eyes glanced down to look at Jorunn, curious to what his reaction might be to her. He was quiet.. well behaved. Exhausted.
 
“He doesn’t seem to know anything about his home – he doesn’t know his parents’ names.. his pack’s name.. Where he came from,” he finished, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. Trauma could have played a role in the boys’ memory, or, perhaps, in his safe world before, the attention to such details had never been important. He would be making sure to teach his own brood everything about the pack in terms of names.. if anything, he would take that away from this entire situation.
 
“Then hopefully they find a happy, well fed pup and will be relieved,” he offered. He knew what she indicated – he could only hope they wouldn’t be suspected of kidnapping.