Haunted Wood morning glory

He swore, which Vanity was not against in any sense because he'd learn all the words one day. Seemingly in Spanish and Common.
Some cat, eh. She'd heard there was a lynx attack, but not that some child was attacked.
"Pobrecito," she mused.
However the matter was not hers to deal with - at least not yet - and this kid wasn't sick.

"The fish can see you on the bank," she advised him, "Stand in the water, Estate quieto​."

She moved into the water, downstream from him to ensure he wasn't swept away.
"I'm not a fisher, but I might get one," she'd feed this kid. He was pack, and too young.
"¿Dónde está tu madre?"