Qeya River i wanna kill the lights

Luckily for the little fugitive, Ksura wasn’t a complete stick in the mud. He caught the child’s scent trail and considered for a moment whether he’d be allowed to wander off on his own. Not likely, he thought, so he popped by the densite to inform them that he’d track their little runaway down and keep him busy for the next little while…And bring him home tired and perhaps with a bit of food in his belly.

Sparrow wasn’t his- but Ksura felt the impulse to see that all of the Qeya River children thrived. They were crucial for the overall well-being of the pack as a whole, and for the pack’s future. Though if this one developed a taste for running off, then Ksura suspected he might end up leaving by the time he was a yearling to check out the world on his own. 

All Ksura could do at this point was make sure that he lived that long. Currently, he had no worries. He followed the boy’s scent, moving along with as much stealth as he could muster, and saw the spray of dirt and rocks before he even caught sight of the youngster. His head tilted to the side, curiously. 

Half-intending to cause the boy at least a little bit of surprise, he spoke suddenly. ”Whatcha dooooin’?”