Dawnlark Plains Whied we leef home?

The boy wasn't right. There was something off about him and Reek had known for quite a while, but as he aged it became much more obvious. First, Reek equated his son's memory issues with him being young. Kids had short attention spans and information went in one ear to only spill out of the other. That was normal, he figured. In fact, as a child, Reek himself had trouble paying attention. But Tapat was different, the kid just couldn't hold on to anything for longer than a few minutes. Over and over, he repeated questions -- and each time Reek would give the same answer.

"I already told you buddy. We can't stay at the grotto because we don't have enough hunters to make it though the winter," he explained for the umpteenth time. "That's why we gotta find a new home." He looked down and smiled at the boy who weaved between his legs. It was all for them.