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something had happened.
the dawn boy knew not what specifically was wrong, and even if someone tried to explain it to him, it would have gone over his innocent head. all he knew was that the stench of blood and sickness was thick and pungent, and that it made him feel nauseated. he trundles after moon runner with the same sense of determination, pale eyes shrouded in a cloud of darkness that such a young child should never wear.
but he is child no more.
especially not as he lays his eyes upon the grungy infant which came in tow with wealda — and when he notices that the godawful smell is coming from her.
guard hairs bristled; where moon runner halts herself, the dawn boy drops to his knees and crawls closer, tail hooked between his hind limbs. his tongue flicks out from between his lips as he emits a low whine, eye contact with his leader unbreaking.
what have you brought home?