Lost Creek Hollow ishi comes home

Dutifully, and without fully understanding his promise, the boy sauntered after his mother and siblings – ducking when told, and trying not to stray too far, else he was met with a stern gaze. It was very much like an adventure – and while resisting the urge to nip at the heels and ears of his littermates, instead, the smaller boy kept his own pace with their own.
 
Once Harlyn moved forward, he watched with open curiosity at the strange wolf – and Ayishik, who did not seem well. Of course, at the tender age of twelve weeks, empathy was not something the boy had completely grasped in most moments, and so he plunked himself on his butt behind the steady figure of his mother, peering around the side of her leg with keen interest. “Ma,” he began, his tiny voice trying to reach Harlyn’s attention. “Ma – Pip hungwy.” He paused, blinking dotingly at her. “Ma?”