Cerulean Cape rené and georgette magritte with their dog after the war

The child heard her, that much was apparent as the youth stared her way, but nothing was said for a lingering moment. Mitanni was uncomfortably beginning to think she might not get an answer when the child did finally respond, a quick word accompanied by an even faster change of subject. Maybe she'd interrupted some deep reverie. If children indugled in such a thing.

Mitanni didn't have to think about her answer. "No," she stated simply, "but I don't spend much time here." She was mostly sure she would have seen a traveling band of wolves parading down the coastline. Mostly.

"How long ago did they come through?" Her posture relaxed some, assuming the wolves responsible for the child were clearly not in the area if said child was currently looking for them. Perhaps Mitanni had just missed them. It was curious to her why a child had gotten separated from those responsible for her; shouldn't the adults be more careful about these things?