Fairspell Meadow no wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders;;

As Alarian spoke, his gaiety in reflecting on the past rubbed off on Lennon, enjoying every word that escaped the mouth of the petite wolf. He tried to imagine young Alarian running about with his brother, although all contentment ceased at the sudden mention of blood. The hickory male’s eyes widened in fear, moving his shoulders in uncomfortable awkwardness. A break of silence fell upon then again, but not the serene calming one that had fallen before. Now it was stiff and unpleasant, in the quiet he hesitated to question him.

He decided there was no other way to follow besides asking. ”What... do you mean, kid?” His eyes were filled with worry.