Neverwinter Forest Now turn off all the stars.

He knew that voice.

Sable had wandered past Moonspear, trusting his feet to carry him where he needed to be. The wind was his companion, he needed not to question its intention.

His ears raised at the great sobs that filled the forest, muscles locking, great head swinging like a bear. He knew that voice, terror sufficing his very bones, and it meant something he didn’t want to face. Sable twisted, beginning to run the way the voice sounded from. Towhee’s voice bounced about in his head, his ears slicked flat to his head, his body moving as if in a trance.

And then, there she was. He mute, she deaf, him unable to even squeak out a sound in a register she could hear. Devastation curdled his stomach like milk.

Momma.. He stammered out in Ptero, before he dove to hide against her side, if she’d let him. Like a child all over again.