Qeya River who’s got the high ground now, obi-wan?

The kids were at the grow-and-explore stage, which meant that they would always be hungry after their adventures. Ksura hunted and brought food to each family without discretion- after all, it was in the best interest of the pack that all of the children should grow equally. And while he left the discipline and care of Wren and Silvertongue’s kids to the wives, he liked to help out where he could, with food and play time. 

He cruised toward their neck of the territory, and spotted the dark girl on top of a large rock- but quickly averted his gaze. Her little cry, victorious and adorable, brought a smile to his lips- one that he had to smother quickly so he didn’t give away his plan.

He approached the stone, keeping his posture and head low so that he could walk about it without looking up to see the child perched on its apex. He dropped the pheasant he’d been carrying, and sniffed the wind. 

Huh. Weird. He said to himself, and began to snuffle about, circling the rock. I could’ve sworn I heard Phoebe’s voice….And I can smell her here but….Where did she go?