Stone Circle fish scales and fairy lights

His mind had begun to drift as they spoke of other things, though when the grey man spoke to him his attention was quickly drawn back. His amber gaze rested on this stranger, but as he listened, ears perked forward attentively, Mawk's eyes widened. Burr. The wolfdog could barely contain his relief, his joy, and a huge grin spread across his maw. "Burr? He's safe?" It was true he felt awful that his son was hurt, and the distance between them pained him awfully so. At least he was safe.

Spring... that was a while, wasn't it? Well, not really, but if he spent every day waiting it would feel like years. Mawk nodded, simply joyful to hear he had not lost all family - Burr was alive, the little trooper that he was. "Thank you, thank you so much - I cannot express how much this truly means to me... To know my boy is safe. Thank you for taking him in and helping him." The curled tail that rested on his back wagged back and forth, little bounces as his eyes sparkled.

Then Valette spoke again, announcing that he could go and visit if he so wished. And although, perhaps, he wanted badly to continue working for Easthollow, he needed to see his son. "I would love the chance to see him. Thank you." He gave her a bow of his head, gaze returning to Grayday for a second. Then he fell silent, listening to the talk of war. He had not heard of this, but he was listening now - blackfeather and moonspear. He'd have to remember those names.