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

Gannet was still more than a little confused by Tapat and Lagan's outright friendliness... he'd met his share of strangers, and normally the meets didn't go like this right off. But Lagan was an enthusiastic sort, and it seemed Tapat had similar tendancies.  Gannet, for his own part, was affectionate moreso to those of his own pack, and a bit more withholding when it came to strangers.  He was more interested in the adult who came and then went, and her news of a missing son.  Was he stolen like Peter had been all those months ago, or like Whip was now?  If she had hope, he must have left, and therefore why was she seeking him?

Before he could ask (perhaps happily so), she was gone, and he was left with his cousin and his new friend.  Lagan tried to draw him in, and after a moment, Gannet smiled and ducked as well.  Strange as it might be to do this on another's doorstep, there were few things that would make the pale boy stop and not entertain a good game!