Swiftcurrent Creek Pelagiad

The rabbit pivoted, and Akatosh did what any youthful wolf his age would do—he flipped in an attempt to do the same. Humor would have written itself upon the shadowrunner’s face, but he didn’t want to appear amused at his son’s failed attempt—he simply recalled doing such things at that age.

He still did it now, from time to time.

It was clear the tawny boy saw him, and so the wraith moved forward, silent and commanding with his presence as his muzzle dipped down, nudging the boy and coaxing him upward before he began to trot off. It was time for more proper hunting lessons.

“There’s a herd that recently passed through here,” he noted to the boy in way of voicing a greeting. “I want you to track them and tell me more about them.”