Ocean's Breath Plateau dentalium

brave one was a snuggler, red leaf had learned. when he was not nursing, she held him and spoke to him even though he could not hear, even sang for him the very same lullabies her mother had once sung for her.
he would know them, even in secret.
the past few days had been lonesome. cen rarely came to her unless it was to bring her meat, and she herself was much too weak to walk around. even if she could, it frightened her to do so alone. and so she clung to her son and the sounds of the sea, counted the colorful seashells she could see from inside the cramped walls. no one else had come for her. she suspected most of the moonwolves did not even know she was here.
until now.
an alabaster shade thunders closer and closer until he stops, peering into the den from a distance. he is tall and broad, and red leaf cannot help but stare at the three long scars that paint his muzzle. he speaks to her in a way that is oddly familiar, much closer than the tongue of sunshine, but not close enough to lanzadoii.
she stares at him, wide-eyed. her instinct still tells her not to speak to these foreigners, that cen was right. but cen had been wrong about rodyn. what were the chances that he housed flesh-eaters in his village?
could she trust him? could she trust herself? could she trust anyone?
i am red leaf, she whispers, swallowing hard, before moving her arm ever so slightly to expose the boy cloaked in nightfall at her chest. and th-this is brave one.