Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

The thought that he had not provided for his family as he desired to lay heavy on his heart—and thus—the man drug what he hoped would be a fine meal for two growing children and their mothers to the healing ulaq. His original thought was that it would be shared among his family in their own home... But Sialuk had informed him something grim had occurred, and now he hastened to visit.

He paused as he neared—and then—the scent of blood offered justification to his fears of what could happen while he was away and the silver wolf instantly dropped the meal, his paws bringing him to the entrance of the enclosure.

He stopped—was this now an unwelcome intrusion?—his heart hammering—the words of his now deceased mother darkening his mind in that moment.

He took a hesitant step forward—and it was the time Elentari seemed to gaze out to the daylight, and he found his breath catching in his throat at the shadowed darkness that surrounded her not only from the depths of the den, but from something that seemed to haunt her.

“Ele…” A scarce whisper. “What happened?”