Hideaway Strath he's not imaginary, he's a real boy!

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Seeing the immediate connection that blossomed between Tapat and Lagan, Lotte warmed inwardly — but the frail blurt of joy she felt didn’t erase her wariness. “‘Scouts in training,’” she repeated a little wistfully, recalling her own endeavors in that trade. “As long as you come here in peace, you will be greeted with such,” she said, stepping out of the shadows so that her bruised and still-blood-glazed right eye could be clearly seen. “If you break that peace,” she warned, “you will be greeted accordingly.” With a thrust of her muzzle she indicated the dried blood on the ground not far from where they stood. “There are those who would harm my Family, and I will not allow that to happen,” she added. “I do not think you are the type, though. If I may impose upon you, my son is missing — and if you see a young, light-colored wolf, perhaps with smatterings of gray in his fur, on your travels…a boy named Roarke…please bear this information to me.” Her lips trembled, but she pressed them together. “I will leave you to your visit,” she said at last, and melted into the shadows a respectful distance from where they now stood.