Arrow Lake Bring along a good strong umbrella capable of handling falling animals

Wherever the vegetation stuttered, Aure pursued, her self thrumming with that mirth  ( only making him more riled )  as well as worry. A mother’s fretting, she supposes, but a worry nonetheless. The herbalist went on, deft where her son was just as dauntless — and gregariously in plain sight with his boisterous laughter.

Eventually, though, she had to come to a slippery halt to catch her breath, muddied paws stumbling over themselves; wearied head raised and whirling this way and that; silver gaze peering through the gloom. They were safe within Diaspora’s perimeters, but they’d gone a bit too far from the thicket for her liking.

Springy ribs and heart quivering, Aure resumed her seeking at a slower pace, ears flickering at each rustle; nose crescenting to the dampened earth and fronds to try and sniff him out. But not before she gave a wary lilt of “Drago?” out into the dimming hinters.