Mudminnow River Sometimes science is a lot more art than science

The boy had followed the pair as they led him. He said very little unless he was directly spoken to, and even still only uttered a few short phrases that did little to betray the comfort of his silence. They were a good pair and they had demonstrated kindness to him by allowing him to travel alongside them. The dark-hooded child had thought it odd that he hadn’t found Ephraim yet. Illidan suspected that it was because they had taken his brother somewhere to keep him safe. He was eager to see the sandy coat again; to tell him that their mother missed him and that their father had gone searching. He wondered if Kierkegaard had gone searching for him too.
 
Trailing after the dark wolf’s tail, Illidan nearly ran into the male when he realized they had stopped to talk. He glanced up with a stern expression on his youthful face. The ash in his coat along his back bristled with surprise when he noticed that they were referencing another wolf. The hawkish yellow of his gaze followed their sights and he hoped for a moment that he would see a member of his family. The other wolf was very much a stranger, though, and the pup became disinterested. He waited for Liri and Kavik to move again.