The Tangle they’re just little pink plastic bags

He cursed every thorn and every sharp rock as he made his way through the forest. Why had Alarian come here? And why couldn't he just stay in one place? Midar could deal with his irritating silent treatment all day if it meant he would stay put. The forest itself didn't bother him much, the creepier, the better usually, but he couldn't get over the fact that Alarian had wandered in here by himself, especially since he seemed to be so concerned that something would happen to them again while they remained without a pack. 

The scent trail led him in the direction of running water, and just as he neared the place where Alarian had stopped, he heard him call out his name. Curious, he moved to his side and froze when he saw the unconscious child. He released a heavy sigh. Well what are we supposed to do with it? he asked, gaze inspecting the form as if it were some kind of alien.