Moonspear Every time we have no control

Young Saviguk was less interested in the feast and more so in the unfamiliar voice that came from his borders. Swallowing the chunk of meat he already had clasped in his jaws, he promptly turned away from the kill, racing ahead at brisk pace, leaving Aunt Hydra to catch up.

His inner guardian was emerging. Both curiosity and suspicion flowed in his blood as he neared, happening upon the not so small gathering. Dark ears pricked, his seafoam eyes instantly picked out their three guests. A gray coated woman hanging further back, a tawny man who was a patch work of scars, and a mammoth creature who wasn't quite pure wolf with a brindled coat. Lips tight and eyes stern, the boy drew up smoothly beside his father.