Stone Circle Nurturing Panic

Indeed he was late to the scene, though his black-tipped paws carried him as fast as he could once the urgent howl had reached his ears from over the canopy of trees. Mawk wasted no time in making his way there, rapid movements only quickening as time passed, an anxious sickly feeling creeping into his stomach and settling like a weight that caused the heavy thrum of his heart to evolve into violent hammering.

Upon arrival, he was quick to analyse the scene - a female out of breath, accompanied by an alert young male. In front of them stood Illecebra, and her panicked expression made his fiery eyes widen with worry. Beside her was Valette and a male who seemed distantly familiar but one whom he was too distracted to truly focus on. His ears perked forward and at the words he caught, his heart sunk. Oh no... not Burr...

Mawk approached with a ringing in his head, a sharp sting that reminded him tauntingly of his failure to keep Cyron safe. Bad father, you're a bad father. But this did not deter him, as much as it made his heart ache - for the man was determined to prove the voice wrong, and he was determined to make sure Burr was okay. With a deep yet shaky breath, he greeted the others with a quick nod of his head and then focused his attention directly onto the wolfess who had brought the news. He listened, and then peered urgently to Valette. "I must go to my son," The man spoke, clearly concerned yet he attempted his best to remain calm, seeking the rapid acceptance from the alphess so that he could aid the Morningside wolfess in tracking his oldest boy. While waiting for this, he glanced to his mate and send her a hopeful look, wishing to help ease her nerves in a silent promise: I will make sure he is okay.