Two Rivers Isle Those Who Want To Hurt Us

It'd been a little over a week since Vassago had spoken to Burke beside the river - and since he'd spoken to him at all. Despite sharing the same den and sleeping beside his fathers warmth each night, the sand and chestnut colored boy had chosen to curl into @Malice's belly each night for comfort - usually, he slept sprawled in between the two, touching both slightly at the same time.

If prompted on it, Vass would stay silent, and no amount of coaxing could open his mouth. More often did he find himself wandering the Isle, but he still hadn't so much as attempted to cross the river - he was too busy thinking of those evil wolves Burke said were trained to kill his family. How could his father just let that go, not explain to his son what the dangers were after telling him not to use any of their real names. For now, he relented - strangers would be faced with a different name until he was trained and ready to face them - but he knew the day would come where he called his name across the wilds, daring any one of these assasins to challenge him. 

Vass would have gladly asked his mother for help and information, but she'd been silent lately too. She, however, couldn't talk. Why, he didn't know - but it gave him an excuse to not speak, as well. Today, however, he decided that if Malice could talk again, he would ask her - if she was alone. Poking his nose into the den with  curious yellow eyes following, he called for his mother.

                         "Mom?"