Lake Rodney if you never try you certainly won't succeed

 

Hemlock was dismayed to hear that there had been no youth who had gone to their borders, hoping that maybe a nearby pack might have taken in and sheltered her godson. She swallowed thickly, but tampered down her emotions as quickly and as she could. "Roarke - he has....he is pale, with almost haunting blue eyes. He is loquacious - far past his age - and he is good." It sounded almost like offering him a eulogy, of burying the boy in a sense, and she cannot bring herself to continue for a moment. 

Still, she dutifully listens to the description of the two missing females, her sympathy growing for them. "How long have they been missing?" She asked, trying to regain her control over herself. It would do Roarke no good to have all of this going on and her unable to settle herself down.