Two Rivers Isle Mother knows best... Most of the time

It came in the middle of the night and it took him.

He had been sleeping, dreaming of the world and the things he imagined were beyond the rivers. He didn't expect to be awaken so soon, and his eyelids were still heavy when mother picked him up and dragged him out of the comfort and warmth between father and brother in which he was nested. He mumbled something in a low voice that Malice probably wouldn't even understand, but didn't resist being carried away.

Pyro was placed on top of a rock. It was cold, and it made him flinch, awakening him fully. He blinked, his eyes were a mix of discomfort and confusion as he looked around, but when he found the warmth of his mother's golden eyes he found some solace. "Mom?" he whispered, hoping she would give him some form of explanation why he had been taken there, and wadded up to her to snuggle against her warm fur, but not without first landing a wet kiss upon her nose.