Tuktu Hinterlands Oh heart doth broken

The willowed boy could feel the rumbles from within his mothers throat, and though scary as it was, it was also comforting. Niamh was a creature of habit, a mother so fierce she left fires where she walked, and Primrose reveled in it. His strong mother. His fierce mother.

"I know, mama," he whispered into her once more, rubbing his face harshly into her coat. "But- But! The really scary one—Cool horn said something about not being worthy...ness and respect." The boy peeled back at that, looking up at her with a confused brow and worried lip.

"I don't know that they mean by that," Primrose always thought he was respectful. He followed his mama's orders and always let others eat first. He was quiet when Towhee was speaking to the pack, and he always helped bugs stuck in a spider's web!

This was all very confusing to the boy.

"Promise you won't fight them?" He questioned, worrying for his mother's safety. "Maybe we should just leave them alone... I dont want to cause trouble."