Tuktu Hinterlands Oh heart doth broken

Luckily the boy didn't have to wait long. His mother—bless her heart, arrived to comfort him before long, and as she strode towards him he rushed to her like water. His limbs wrapping around her in an awkward hug and he pushed his face into her neck fur, burying himself deeper and deeper into the golden mass.

"T-The k-k-kngs-ingslend wolves!" he sobbed and sputtered, finally letting the flood gates burst open as he went into full cry mode. He wailed louder than an elk into his mothers embrace, painting her in tears and certainly creating two damp spots within her luscious mane before settling down, taking deep breaths of her homey, comforting scent.