Blacktail Deer Plateau insert disc 2

Blast! As ever, the large shadowy form of his father was never far from the den, and he appeared on scene before Arrax could get any further than the tree line. His short-lived, unsupervised escapade came to a grinding halt, and the boy craned his neck to stare up at his father as he stood over him with a rumbling chuckle. The words are yet to have much meaning to the cub, but the intention was clear that he was to go no further.

He snorts in response, expression flat but his indignation clear, before tilting his head in an effort to peer around Rusalka's legs and into the depths of the forest that borders their home. Blue eyes then turn back to his father's own molten gaze with a wordless question. What's out there?