Blacktail Deer Plateau feed them on your dreams.

There was movement on his blind side; it trailed barely in to his vision and so Mou's head snapped towards it. Something low and dark moving between the trees, receding among the shadows. The father's heart thrummed with hope; he knew the other children were tucked together now and would be safe for a few minutes.

As he sought to investigate Mou moved as quickly as he could. He was agile for all his height — nearly silent too, thankfully. The shape was trying to arc away from him and it moved too quickly for it to be one of the lost children. Mou cut through a gap in the trees and trailed down a ridge of stone, effectively cutting the length of his trajectory in half, and nearly caught up with the stranger.

They were indeed a stranger; not one of the children and not anyone familiar. He boofed at them; they were caught now, and Mou would not let them go without delving first in to his questions. Besides, further ahead the plateau steeply dropped off — there would be no escaping.