Duck Lake the frumious Bandersnatch!”

Last post from him unless addressed! <3

The girl looked to him first—a little doe in headlights, much like her mother.

Reverie chose to ignore him—an act that brought neither amusement nor pain to the man. He simply remained indifferent. Relieved, almost, that chapter of his life had come to a close. No longer trying to play the white knight to a she-wolf who had only despised him time and again—

—what did strike him, and caused an intense glance to the honeyed woman, was that he could have swore… Mae. His eyes drifted around—she was nowhere to be seen. Had she been here, prior? His heart clenched... the notion that she was safe a soothing balm.

He tampered down the emotion that did rise to his throat at that—was his daughter in the area, still?

The mother spoke to her child—pained words, he gathered, but with a flick of his ear, he chose to skirt around them in a wider berth, not willing to disrupt whatever family crossroad he had come across.

Now, the thought of watching the herd migration was replaced with the need to determine if he could catch his daughter’s scent—unknowing where—and whom—the scent actually clung to.