Redhawk Caldera calm tides

Today a strange man approached them, and Boris sought to tuck closer into Teya's side. But rather than find shelter beneath her, he found himself ushered out. The little boy scuttled against the ground - clicking as he vainly tried to cement himself in place - but it really was no use. He glanced to the sky before turning wide eyes on who mama called "Uncle Eljay". A term of endearment, affection.

Boris simply looked petrified.

His glance fretted to the tail hanging from his uncle's mouth - clearly not wolf - and though curiosity nagged him to edge closer, fear kept him low as he stretched out his neck and reached out to stiff the tail. His undersides brushed the dirt and all the while, whites now showing, he didn't take his eyes off of Uncle Eljay.

"Hwwlo," he mumbled - barely audible - and only because mama had told him to.