Stone Circle Sewing stitch by stitch

It was true that Mawk and Cebra knew very little of Cyron's experience with the Blackfeather wolves, but the way in which his son acted was sign enough that he had endured some horrible things and he knew his boy had suffered terribly from the event. One day perhaps the secrets would be spilled, but the man had little want to pressure the youth into talking - when he was ready, Mawk was here. Despite what some might think, time could not heal all wounds, and Cyron was no exeption to this.

The voice greeted him and he gazed toward his son, a small smile curling at the edge of his lips. He was improving, this much was evident, he only hoped this progress would continue. Placing the rabbit's body at his black-tipped paws, Mawk opened his jaws to speak again. "Ah, you're here. I wondered whether you might want to sit and share this with me." Tail swaying gently upon his back, gesturing to the prey, he cupped his ears forward to catch a response. He was aware the boy struggled with eating sometimes but there had been significant advancements from when Cyron had originally returned home.