Larksong Grotto taken away to the dark side

Scimitar did everything he could to protect his family. At Nova Peak, this had proven easy enough to do, as they seemed farther from the complex dramas that encircled the heart of Teekon Wilds. Yet it wasn’t often he could steal such moments with his children, and when Pasha begged for them to take the long way home, the male cast his son a lopsided grin. “The long way home,” he promised, ruffling the top of the boy’s head with his nose before giving a quick leap away.
 
He slowed his pace considerably, but continued to show Pasha particular aspects of the landscape around them – from the hardwood trees that grew, and noting that in the autumn, the leaves would change colors to the slinking skunk as he attempted to keep his son from it.
 
It was a day well spent, and a harsh reminder to the agouti wolf that his children were growing up far too fast.