Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

Stjornuati was the one who couldn’t resist going after the child, though much to Solpallur’s surprise the mother didn’t go bolting right after him. Had she, the scene would have more likely devolved into a mess quickly; he would have had to chase after her, and leave the one pup to fend for himself. Only even he knew that the child wouldn’t have held still either—there was a resolute fire that burned bright in the boy, even now shrouded in the shadow of his mother.

So he watched and surveyed instead, an ear turned to listen in the direction his brother had gone off in, and his eyes locked firm on the matron and her ward. Only time would tell if his brother would succeed and come hauling her back, though the distance between them just enough to render any action near silent. He did not hear the sound of her head meeting stone, but he would hear what would follow for certain.

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