Firestone Hot Springs I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight

The sound that touched her ears had the girl’s body freezing in place, her heartstrings immediately being tugged at and pulled in every which way. Sorrow laced his voice, revealing to her that something wasn’t quite right with him. Every bone in her body urged her to draw a bit closer, but kept herself back just enough so as not to enter his personal space. There was something about him that forced her to speak softly, just as she’d done upon meeting Leo for the first time. Without warning, her thoughts trailed back to the child, wondering if he was doing alright in the space she’d left him in. It had been decent enough, sheltered away from the harshness of Mother Nature and any immediate predators, but alas, she could not keep herself from worrying slightly. Knowing well that the time for worrying was not upon her, she forced the thoughts away, locking them up in the far recesses of her mind. Her focus was to remain on the pale child in front of her, now, that way she could help him if he requested her assistance.

The reasoning behind his presence in the springs had Asterr curious, wondering what had happened to drive a wolf so young to go scouting for tribe-worthy locations. “A new pack?” the Draconid repeated, making sure she’d understood correctly. “What happened to your previous home to make you wish to leave?” Ever so slightly, her head tilted, further showing her interest in the matter. To leave home in order to form a tribe—or pack, as it was often called in the new lands—was a huge decision to make. Usually, it was driven by positive emotions, but sometimes it was a negative experience that drove someone out of what was once their home. She could not decipher which was the case for the boy, but hoped, for his sake, it was due to the prior reason.