Redtail Rise Little Tin Soldier

@Potema,

set to the 21th(ish)

The little boy was not thinking much of this adventure, after all. He had slipped from the den he shared with his mother in the early morning, and plundered off to the south. He had caught the scent of Reek, now Hiram, and trailed it, crossing the border in the progress. Leaving behind his pack, his family, set a slight edge of unease curling in his stomach, but the boy trundled on, until he found himself quite lost and a distance from the borders of his home.

His brilliant blue eyes glistened, and he drew in a big breath, trying to quell his rapidly fraying nerves. This was bad. This was very bad. Where was his momma? Where was his dadda, his uncle Reek? The boy stopped, quivering, tear rising in his gaze, totally ignorant of the fact that there was a rather large bird of prey circling above, gaze fixed on him.