Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

feel free to skip cin! he's mostly just watching

Trouble was brewing.

He could feel the tension as he approached the scene, and the silvery fur on his neck bristled with uncertainty - he'd never seen the adults angry. Not really. He'd certaintly never witnessed whatever the heck was going on here, and his bronze eyes had widened as he emerged from the shadows to join the line of his family. His jaws remained firmly shut, but the space between his brows creased with confusion, and his gaze flicked back and forth between each wolf, feeling the nerves grow like a sickening pit in his stomach. He didn't like this.

The young blackthorn did not know why they growled, but he could follow their line of sight toward Caiaphas, and he knew instantly that she had done, or said, something to upset the others. His ears pricked, listening in as an attempt to gauge the context behind this... unfriendly meeting, but the only thing he was able to pick up on was Niamh's last comment, about the other woman's children. That could only be... Raleska and the boy, right? Were they leaving? A frown cursed the edges of his lips, and he blinked with disappointment. But... he liked Raleska, even though she could be touchy. He didn't want her to go.