Redhawk Caldera The world is having more fun

Their mother, Teya, was there in an instant. Reeling Bronte back in with a firm voice. Her own lips tightened, ears slanting back. But she kept her tongue held.

She sensed Seal somewhere behind them, observing quietly. Critically, she looked over Ponyboy. He did not appear damaged. Just tired and hungry. Who knows where he had ran off to with Anathema. As Teya said, the questions could come later.

In her own mindset, Bronte was right to be annoyed. He had blindly ran off with a wolf who had attacked a kid for no reason. He may not even know the full story, but he would hear of it soon enough. "I'm just glad you made it home safe, Ponyboy." She muttered, her voice a little softer.