Whitebark Stream what’s expected of you, what’s expected of me?

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When the child escaped that day, Kaori was not within the den. Out on one of her walks, she took her time, as usual, expecting her hatchlings to be as well-mannered as usual. But when she arrived back home, a bone at the ready to gift her children with, she found only one waiting. Searching the den and coming up empty-handed, the young mother ushered Kiyoshi to the back of the den and instructed him to remain there, leaving the bone before him as some sort of bribe. Thereafter, she was out the den and searching, nose to the ground, and movements quick, although her overall disposition remained seemingly calm.

Kaori arrived at the trail’s end in time to see her eldest son cast aside like some ragdoll by a wolf she only barely recognised; focusing often on her family, the Draconid knew many of her packmates in passing only, whilst they as a whole remained mysteries. Uncertain, the mother hunkered down in the brush, hidden away and watching with serpentine stealth—her body tensed and ready to spring forth, should she need to.