Grouse Thicket come on trace the globe and shake your pants

suddenly, the warbler stopped.

valravn's ears pricked involuntarily, his quiet voice trailing off in a way that made him feel stupid and insignificant.

two minutes later and the biggest wolf he had ever seen came from the brush. her pelt was a milky white, her eyes a color familiar to him -- but very little else reassured him about nyra's presence.

he cowered despite the softness of her voice, feeling his tail prick his soft belly. as nyra crawled to him he froze like a fawn, doe-eyes wide with terror.

she nudged him and he wanted to run, to bolt -- but fear gripped him. even if she seemed nice, valravn didn't know her and all he wanted was his mommy -- though he was old enough now that he chided himself on such needy thoughts. "m-" the boy stuttered, his brow knotting as he tried to work through his fear long enough to speak. "i'm lost."