Arrow Lake Carry all your thoughts across an open field

There was silence for a time; silence Stag had become accustomed to.

The mention of patrolling brought his gaze sliding reluctantly back to her; he wanted to be good and go on patrols, but what even was the point? His father had been killed by a beast within -- not without..

But the boy had no muster to rally a defense, or offer any sort of counterpoint. He rose to his feet with a shrug, glancing upon his mother timidly in a fashion that said okay, if you want to.