Larksong Grotto taken away to the dark side

Pasha was concentrating – the dark agouti wolf awaited his answer patiently, his own eyes drifting from the boy’s thoughtful face and to the area around them. One ear flicked forward as the youth spoke, and his aqua eyes would zero in upon his child fully. Pasha was not necessarily quieter than his siblings – Allure, r even Whittier, when he wasn’t complaining, could take that title. Swift was far more exuberant.. and if anything, Pasha seemed most level headed.
 
As the boy made a guess – stuff, he determined, Scimitar withheld a snort of amusement. Pasha clarified his answer, though, and the father gave a nod of approval. “You will need to learn to catch them, soon,” he offered then, his muzzle sweeping down to nudge the youth upon the top of his head in silent praise.
 
The wind drifted just so in that moment, however, and another scent drifted to them. The cinnamon wolf stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area around them – and yet no wolf could be seen just yet. “And what do you smell now, son?”