Swiftcurrent Creek you soon find you have few choices — mandatory meeting, r2 ends 11/17

Surprise filtered across the wolf’s features at Chusi’s news, and he dipped his muzzle slightly. “Everyone should search for him as well. Chusi, care to give a description of him?” He knew the boy was dark, like his parents, but was uncertain of any distinct markings that may identify him easier. Turning his eyes to the others, he chuffed softly. “Viinturuth is white and his eyes are a dark brown.”
 
Constantine would have continued, when suddenly, Talos, his little dragon slayer, allowed her thoughts to be well known. The Mayfair stared at her as she held an absolute meltdown, and he flinched when she spoke of Aria, his teeth gritting. Another unfair assumption—one that no doubt had been encouraged or taught by Durnehviir.
 
Talos fled, and Aria dismissed herself quickly. He could not split himself two ways, but it there was no question who he would chase after. “Dismissed,” he rumbled to everyone else, his heavy paws swiftly loping after his daughter. He had already lost one child—he wasn’t about to let her disappear too, no matter how mad she was at him.