Hoshor Plains and no one's going to save you from the beast about to strike

Tomahawk trusted no-one with the gifts—not even Rakharo. For this reason, she spent much of her time at the den, only stealing away for the minimum amount of time required to grab a drink from the nearby stream. She only did this when the children were safely tucked away and their father had retreated for one of his hunting expeditions. Something stirred her from sleep. A scuffle outside, ending with a red fox at the mouth of the den. Tomahawk assumed that the coyote had left it there, and she approached, pulling it back into the den.

But there was something else that stopped her.

The mother froze, standing over the fox and facing the void creature who had slain the father. Layaffi did not care for him, but she would not be able to feed the children without him. Rakharo's scent had faded over time, along with the rest of his wolves. She did not know what had happened to him. She remained still, the children safely behind her... for now.