Barrow Fields i hunt my wild god

Lava doesn’t offer any comforting words—he’s a quiet boy—but instead he presses closer and she noses him off, pointing with her muzzle to search. It is their purpose. In reality, she’s aware of the possibility that children disappear but their security on them before they are old enough is tight enough to not worry about it. This time, with Drageda compromised, it is not a surprise one slipped out from under the radar. Her parents are both occupied with other things and the pack is recovering from the hindrance of their former leader’s power.
 
As her boy moves on, an ear swivels back at the sound of another. Slowly, she turns upon his voice, and she stares at him. He hadn’t been in the audience but he’s a large brute and speaks a word she does not know. “Chit?”