Firefly Glen Should I call right away?

The voice was soft. Warm.
It soothed her soul and promised help.
Safety.
The woman lowered herself, protecting Ravaryn and offering more warmth. She leaned into it, glad for her help.

A harsh voice set her heart fluttering. It might be fear, but not quite so. The air fell, heavy and thick between the woman and the man who had approached. She'd never heard anyone talk like that. Except Mama and her and Shiloh wouldn't stop playing.
The girl whined softly, tail feebly wagging as she lifted her pine eyes to the sable man.

He was filled with sadness that Mama sometimes had. Did his mate leave for another family? Her head cocked slightly, large ears perked with interest.
But then came the anxiety - why did he sound so chastising, and look so thunderous? Ryn flattened herself out under Keyni's warmth, settling into full submission as she averted his gaze and wagged her tail again with a soft whine.