Dragoncrest Cliffs Meet in the middle

Scarcely heard above the screaming of the gulls came a voice that was faint, and yet immediately recognizable. Of her first litter, only two now remained with the pack though Etienne's wellbeing had been the most questionable, given the fact that he had bolted away, heartbroken, when his Grandma Rosalyn had passed away. For weeks she had wondered if he had wandered, or if someone had taken him in. He was a capable young man, but to be gone so long...She'd had to wonder- had something happened to him, or was he worried about coming home after running away?

She tossed those questions aside as she raced through the undergrowth at the edge of their territory and out into the open, where she could see him. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she bounded toward her lost boy, crying his name on a soft, quiet breath.