Arrow Lake Blood Pact Scout, Weird Scout, Dreadnought Scout, Dark Scout, Fear Scout

He was perhaps not astute enough to notice physical differences yet, but Dragomir picked up readily on other differences, and the way Takiyok reacted to him was not at all what he'd come to expect from Aurewën. Normally she would have taken the opportunity to sweep him to her breast and breath hushed words over his brow, calling him balaur and mumbling away at him even though he couldn't understand most of what she said. Comparatively, Takiyok's greeting was downright cold.

The change in Dragomir upon realizing this wasn't his mother was instantaneous; at once he drew back from her and his denim blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. His tail went rigid and the fur on the back of his neck bristled as he surveyed this woman who looked so very like his mother, but acted so completely wrong. It wasn't the other one, either, the one who looked like mother but was different but in a good way. This one smelled like mother, too—or rather, mother smelled like Takiyok and the rest of the pack—but despite that, this was all wrong and he felt betrayed by his own senses.

She asked what he was doing, and he responded with a mistrustful growl and arched his back. It was more cute than it was menacing and all of it was writ with more uncertainty than aggression, so it was likely she would catch on that he was just confused.