Chimera Fields isn't it bad, so quiet there, in the wood?

for a brief moment, it was easy to pretend that the wolf coming toward him was seabreeze, and he took comfort in the notion. but she was darker than his babysitter, and the voice that escaped her muzzle was unfamiliar. his lips curled back to reveal a mouth full of mostly-adult teeth.

his wariness grew further when another wolf came, her tone similarly soft and (ugh!) pitying. cam drew the hare close to him, snarling, ears pinned back against his skull. didn't matter if he didn't eat the hare or not—even if he couldn't stomach it, he didn't want anyone else to have it.

not alone, he retorted, verdant eyes flashing toward the evergreens before returning to the women, darting between the two of them. who're you? what'd'you want? if they were just here to coo over him and try to cuddle him, like okeanos and ibis had, then they should save their breath.

the only hug he wanted was from mummy, and mummy would never hug him again.