Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

She complimented him—culture would dictate he offer his gratitude for kind words, but Akavir was running on empty, and he felt the smallest frown break through the carefully placed mask on his facade. What kind of father let the mother of his pups simply disappear without word or trace? How did that even happen? For all he knew she was hurt… dead. 

Like Ibis. 

I don’t feel like a good father, he admitted quietly.