Porcupine Ridge We are hope

neither of them had answered his question, but judging by their body language and words, this child--or his pack--was no threat to morningside. he wondered if this might be one of the vale wolves, lost after his companions had scattered to the wind, though he hadn't caught this youngster's scent when they were on the old borders.

dawn would certainly need help carrying the boy; he was almost as big as she was. lowering himself, aditya wiggled his head and neck under the child's unconscious form and shimmied him onto his back. he was an ungainly weight, draped as he was over aditya's shoulders, but with dawn helping to support the weight, it shouldn't be too hard to bring him the short distance down to morningside's territory.