Ankyra Sound mother, mother: how's the family?

a pack, but no family. he knew the feeling. before satya had come to the stream, he'd been the only one of his blood—and while the connections he'd made so far were growing stronger, they still fell far short of parents or siblings. surya frowned gently, then nodded at her question.

yes, i did, he replied, and felt a surge of relief. he had found aphrodite, and raleska and her pups had survived. both catastrophes had been remedied. he cocked his head. do you have anyone to help you go home?

the healers, perhaps? neither of them had carried any sort of distinct pack-scent; perhaps they were loners, able to accompany the young mother back to the moors. she would need help, anyway. travel was hard enough on one's own while healthy. still recovering from childbirth, with young pups in tow. . .it would be a herculean task.

surya hoped she was up for it. he hated to think of her here, all alone, in this dim, salt-crusted grotto.

he left her eventually. he had to. but, hopefully, she would make it back—and he vowed to see her again, no matter how far down the road of life that next meeting occurred.