Ouroboros Spine never love an anchor

He was awake, but it was late. This wasn't typical of the boy who played hard and slept deeply; yet here he was, looking for what was missing - his mother. He had nosed around the den in search of Vaire and only found her scent, which he followed.

He found her quickly enough. She was talking to someone that he couldn't see; this was funny, so he began to laugh and the giggle would easily alert Vaire to her son.

Anaa? What doing?