Verdant Basin You're The Angel From My Nightmare

The young boy's attention was stolen by the scent of Arthendal, but he knew it wasn't his parents for the specific scent wasn't what he feared. In fact, when the red and grey male lopes into view, Vassago fixes him with a calm, nonchalant gaze and keeps silent. 
When a voice lifts into the sky in a story, Vass' head tips and his ears fan forward to catch them in interest. Some part of him wonders if Ysengrin knows who he is, knows he isn't allowed to be on this side of the river, but each word brought him closer to assuming the story was about him. The chestnut Lordling played along and dips his head in greeting.

                                     "How do you know the boy didn't simply want to wander?"